A/N: This just kept going with the angst and I realized that was not my intention when I started this 3 years ago. So there's that.
Music: Through the Looking Glass-Sleepwave
Washed Away
~Mihael~
I watched the water pour off of Matt's skin, the grime and oils of his catatonic time on the couch washing away. Running my hands softly over the pale skin on his stomach I found my voice to answer him.
"I thought I was protecting you Mattie. I realized too late that sleeping with me would put you in danger. I let myself think too much and decided that living with me put you in even more danger than sleeping with me did. What if someone came to kill me? What if they planted a bomb? What if the police came to arrest me? They'd find you. "
I trailed my hands over his shoulders, rubbing away the filth I found there. He was silent as he looked at me and I continued, "I don't know what I would do if you were hurt or killed because of me. I decided to leave to protect both of us from that possibility. It was a mistake, I don't know how to function without you anymore Mail."
At this he finally responded, "Exactly. We can't be apart any more Mello, I thought you realized that. Love me or not, we are part of a whole."
I smiled, somewhat sadly and finished cleaning him off to the best of my abilities, silence pervading for a while. Once I was finished I slowly rubbed my fingers through his hair, loosening it.
He handed me the shampoo and I squeezed a decent amount into my hand, working it too a lather in his lovely auburn hair. Matt leaning into my touch was a welcome feeling and sight.
I coaxed him to tip back his head, letting the water wash the soap from my hands, strands of his hair sliding through my fingers. His eyes were closed, he was enjoying it and I watched him closely as the soap was rinsed away.
I didn't want to stop touching him when I was finished, he righted himself and I trailed my fingers along his cheek, the water had started to prune them, but I didn't mind. He leaned into my hand, opening his lovely green eyes to look at me. "Mels, I forgive you." He said softly, turning to press a kiss to my palm and I was lost to him.
Completely.