A/N: This is something weird (read "fluffy beyond belief") I wrote a little over four months ago. I just spent two hours trying to find it on my computer when I realized I'd posted it on the blog I never use anymore. Soooooooooooooooo... Now you get to read it because I'm writing a companion piece. Sort of. This is going to be a set of one-shots. Snippets of scenes. No lead-in, no real conclusion. Just fluff, hahaha. Adorableness. 3 Please review! Or add me as a favorite, if you're too lazy, bitches. :P


Kevin hated nights like this... He sat on the floor just outside the bedroom door, his back against the cold white paint on the wall that separated him from his boyfriend. Through the open door, he could hear Alex's sobs and silent screams, doing his best not to let anyone know how hard he was crying.

Kevin had come home to this. Alex just had...nights like this. Kevin learned early in their relationship that this was simply how Alex blew off steam when too much had built up. He did his best never to cry in front of Kevin, but he hadn't heard his boyfriend come home.

It was annoying, and that's what made Kevin so angry. But he wasn't annoyed at Alex; on the contrary, he was annoyed at himself. It made him feel powerless to see the man he loved curled up tightly in a little ball on their bed, crying like his heart was being torn, still beating, from his body.

Kevin decided he'd had enough. He slowly and quietly got to his feet, steadying himself against the wall. Taking a deep breath, he stepped into the doorway and saw that same scene that made his heart burn in pain every time.

His progress to the bed would have gone unnoticed, had he not tripped over a shoe, lying in the middle of the floor, that Alex had kicked off. Immediately, the crying stopped, but Alex didn't turn around. He lay perfectly still, all but feigning sleep.

"Hey," he said, his voice perfectly steady.

God. Kevin hated that Alex could do that: stop crying immediately and act like everything was perfectly fine. Or at least sound like it...

"Hey," Kevin replied cautiously, continuing toward the bed. He sat down on the edge, but Alex still didn't turn to face him when he felt the bed shift beneath him.

A few seconds passed in silence, neither man knowing what to say or do. It was Alex who finally broke the stillness.

"I'm sorry," came the tentative whisper.

Kevin sighed, shifting to lie on his side, propped up on his elbow. He reached out a hand and touched Alex's shoulder. Alex flinched.

"No," he said firmly but softly, "I'm sorry." He ran his hand gently down Alex's arm before taking his hand and interlacing their fingers. "I'm sorry I can't make it stop hurting." He moved closer to Alex until his body met every contour of Alex's. That was one of the first physical things he noticed about Alex when they'd started dating: they fit together. Perfectly.

Alex pressed his back against Kevin's comforting presence, pulling Kevin's arms around him as though he'd die if he couldn't make every square inch of their bodies touch. Kevin shifted to see Alex's face, and despite the trails of tears lying half-dried on his cheeks, Alex was smiling genuinely.

"But you do," he whispered, knowing neither of them had anything to apologize for.