"So yer the one who fucked me boyfriend up?" Paula asked as she crossed her arms over her chest and glared up at Murdoc.

"Yeah I am, but he's alright now. Doctor said ya can talk to him and stuff today, said he'll be out by tomorrow."

"Right, I 'ope he ain't too cut up."

"You can go in and see him now." The doctor said as he came out of the hospital room and passed by the two rather quickly.

Paula gave Murdoc one more angered look before walking into the room and slamming the door shut behind her. He shook his head and ran his fingers back through his hair. He should have told Stu she was a flake, that she wasn't going to be able to handle his new look. He listened closely and it wasn't long before he heard the sound of a woman yelling, a couple of minutes later and the black haired girl came storming out of the room. He somewhat expected her to yell at him some more for ruining her boyfriend, but she didn't. She just ran into the elevator and pulled her sunglasses on to cover her frightened eyes from view.

Murdoc went into the room to see Stu curled up on the bed crying. He went over and sat in front of him, he placed a hand on the top of his head smoothing his messed hair. Stu looked up at him, his cheeks were stained with tears, and his lower lip was shaking with each unsteady breath.

"Sh-she….I told ya I'm ugly, she said it right to me face. Said she couldn't date an eyeless freak like me, we need ta go on break, meet otha people…She left me, nobody can love me like this…I don't wanna live like this way."

"Hey, hey don't talk like that. Forget about her, alright, she's a fuckin' flake. She don't deserve you, do you understand me?"

The younger boy looked up at him with those shiny black eyes. Murdoc stroked his cheek wiping the tears away.

"But she was my only love, she's gone now, she's right, nobody will love me, I'm disgustin'."

"Stop that dammit, you aren't ugly. Alright, just listen to me on that. When I saw you stand up that day and stare at me….Blue hair, pale skin, those black eyes starin' at me, and fuck you looked so bloody perfect." Murdoc said his voice trailed off as he ran his fingers from Stu's cheek to back into his hair.

He leaned in pressing his lips to the younger man's. He could feel his body tense and considered pulling back, but he couldn't get himself to, he didn't want to. He continued kissing him, trying to get him to react; he pushed the tip of his tongue against his lips. Stu placed one hand on Murdoc's chest and the other on the back of his neck pulling him closer as he finally kissed back. They kissed slowly, testing it, better than the first time they had kissed. He felt fingers curl and uncurl against the back of his neck and couldn't hold back the shiver he felt. He pushed his tongue into Stu's mouth tasting him, wanting more of him, but it wasn't really the place for that.

The kiss broke, but they didn't let go of each other.

"I remember tat." The younger man whispered

Murdoc felt nervous and disgusting like he had the day he'd kissed him.

"Remember what mate?"

"Yew kissin' me ten pullin' away, I remember pullin' yew back cause I liked it…Why do yew keep kissin me anyways?" He asked looking up at him curiously.

"I like to" Murdoc stated simply

Stu laid his head against the older man's chest and Murdoc held him tightly.

"So wot does tat mean t'en?"

"We're friends….We're just friends that do stuff wit each other tat most friends don't."

It wasn't dating, it wasn't commitment, but he'd still get his blue haired beauty somehow. If he dated him then he'd hurt him emotionally, if he was friends with him he could abuse him, but he could also have sex with him. It seemed like the perfect relationship as he planned it in his twisted mind. For right now though he just wanted to take care of him and nothing more.

They lay together on the hospital bed; Stu with his back pressed against Murdoc and the older man with his arms wrapped firmly around him. Sometimes they would talk, sometimes he would bite at his neck, but mostly they would just lay there in silence. By tomorrow they would be out of this boring white place and back into the dingy badly lit flat that they called home.