Don't Touch Me

The mad scientist wrapped his boyfriend up tight in his arms, the tears that fell from his crimson eyes lightly tapping upon Flug as all he could do was hold him and silently cry. No, no noise escaped Slys as he cried, however his breath hitched at some points during the time he holds his love. He didn’t wish to let go, and surely he didn’t. One hand rubbed Flug’s back as the other kept around his double’s figure. 

There was silence between them for a moment before Slys shakily spoke- he felt bad... dreadful more like it. He just kept his voice at a whisper, probably something that couldn’t be heard if the lab wasn’t so quiet.  

Slys flinched once again, he was used to hostile people but... this was all new coming from his boyfriend. It was starting to get to him a bit. The albino man slightly moved away to sit up on his knees and look down at Flug, red eyes glaring at the man on the floor. He was- not in good shape to be yelled at, even though he knew Flug was just also... not in good shape.