His fingers were clenched in his own pants, wide eyes larger then usual and his mouth was pressed into a tight line. Teeth, slightly more pointed then normal peoples, pressed against the thin lips before allowing them to part.

His voice was soft, whispery so, and filled with pain. “…Hype?”

The figure in front of his turned, silver and gold glittering from the ears, tongue and eyebrow of the other male. His own eyes were pained, but he nodded. “Hey, Kitten.”

The smaller male couldn’t stop himself; he burst into dry sobs and launched at his husband, crying out his name. Within seconds, he was being cuddled close and whispered to, petted and stroked gently while he cried softly. His fingers were now curled in his husbands shirt, clinging to him.

"Why was he crying last night?"

"Don't know. Ask him."

"You do too."

"You're right. I do. It's still none of your business."

"Is it because of--"

"I told you it's none of your fucking business. Leave my husbands to themselves."

"But..."

"No buts. They'll work it out. ...They love each other, y'know? Just like they love me. Hype won't let him stay sad for long."

"You trust him THAT much?"

"Of course."

Slim fingers stroked at the smaller mans hair, curling gently between the strands. His voice was soft as the caress, breath softly tickling against the elfs ear.  "I love you, kitten. No more tears."

The head nodded gently below his chin, a button nose nuzzling closer to the whipcord strong neck of his partner. "No more."

"...I'm sorry."

"I know." The smaller man kissed the neck softly, wiry arms curling tightly around his husband. "Love you."

                                                                ~*~*~

Mwuah. Not saying who it's written by. Pretty, ne?