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âĽ:Your muse crying about something
Like all adults, Brett was ashamed of crying in front of people. It required a huge amount of trust for him to show his weakest side, but then again, he was like most people. Most people would bite down their lips and hold back tears, and they would wait for the one person, the person they regard as a shelter.
So when Stiles cried in front of him, Brett realised what it meant. It didnât only mean how upset Stiles was, or how he, as a prostitute, was so professional and holding back his emotions; it meant that Stiles trusted him, enough to cry. Or that he couldnât help it.
     âHey, Iâm here.â
Brett wrapped his arms around the boy, unsure of what to do while the boy wept uncontrollably. He felt those hands clinging onto his shirt, pulling, demanding, pushing, rejecting. He held him tighter, locking him in his arms, almost like he wouldnât let him go. He didnât want to, in fact, but it was in his nature to let people go. Perhaps this time he wouldnât.
He combed his hair and gave him a shoulder to cry on. Stiles still said nothing about the reason why he was crying. Brett didnât ask. He didnât have to ask. He wanted to say it. He wanted to say it so bad.
      âIâll be yours if you want.â
â:Cuddling in a blanket fort
Brett laughed. When was the last time the term blanket fort even crossed his mind? But there they were, him and Stiles, both trying to get in their tiny blanket fort. With his height and bulk, Brett took up more than half of the fort. He sat there, his legs crossed, grinning like a dork as he watched Stiles struggle to find a comfortable position to lie down.
     âStiles,â he grabbed his wrist and pulled him in his arms, laughing softly at how Stiles fell onto his knees. Brett sighed and nuzzled into his neck, âJust come over here.â
The lights were dimmed under a layer of blankets, and Brettâs cell phone buzzed, the screen glowing in their little world of dark intimacy. He grabbed the phone but did not answer. He threw it out of the fort.
     âJust you and I both.â
