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Jimmy sits in his room, arms warped around his legs, knees up to his chest, sobbing into his knees.
It’s a slow, heavy crying, it feels like a heavy weight is on Jimmy’s body.
The blond sits on the floor, having turned off the lights, telling his roommate/boyfriend that was heading to bed a little early.
‘Why is he crying?’ you may ask?
Well, Jimmy does not know.
He’s just really tired, this week’s been long and stressful, and as he can guess, bottling up all that stress and emotion has a way of over flowing.
Tears slowly fall down his cheeks as he continues crying, trying to be quiet, so as to not draw Scott’s attention.
In which he fails.
The door creaks open, spilling the golden light from the hallway into his room slowly, “Jimmy?” Scott whispers, “Are you okay baby?”
Jimmy lifts his head, seeing the moment Scott’s blue eyes land on him.
“Oh Jimmy, what’s wrong?” Scott says, whispering, turning to a gentle voice.
“Nothing.” Jimmy says, hating the way his voice sounds so small, so sad.
“Jimmy.” Scott says gently, walking into the room, shutting the door behind himself, walking over, crouching down in front of his boyfriend, “Do you want to talk about it?” he asks, “Did something happen?”
“Nothi-” he clears his throat, “Nothing happened.” Jimmy answers, wiping his eyes, “I’ve just been stressed at work and stuff, and it kinda just added up?”
“Did something push it over?”
“No, I…it’s just this weight… I don’t know how to explain it.” he says, sniffling.
“I understand.” Scott says, “Is there anything I can do?”
“Can I have a hug please?” Jimmy feels so small.
“Of course you can.” Scott’s just so amazing.
Scott opens his arms and Jimmy lets go of his knees, pressing himself into Scott’s embrace, closing his eyes, the heavy weight litting up, just a little.
After a long bit, Jimmy pulls out of the hug, wiping his eyes again.
“Can I write something on your arm?” Scott says, tilting his head a bit.
Jimmy nods.
Scott gets up, taking a pen off Jimmy’s desk, kneeling down across from Jimmy, gently taking his left arm, and using the pen, he writes in his curly, elegant handwriting, three little words, ‘I love you’.
Jimmy smiles at the words.
Scott puts the pen back, coming back over and kneeling in front of his boyfriend, “We can redo it with my henna later so it lasts a little longer, but I just want to give you a little reminder, I’m here for you Jimmy. I love you, and I support you.” he says, bringing Jimmy’s left hand up to his mouth, gently kissing the back of his fingers.
Jimmy nods, “Thank you Scott.”
Scott stands up, “You ready for bed now?”
Jimmy nods again, standing up.
Scott crawls into his bed, under the blanket.
Jimmy joins him, laying on his side, facing Scott.
The cyanet brings him into a hug, slowly rubbing circles into his back, pressing a kiss to his crown of blond hair.
“I love you Jimmy.” Scott says in his soft voice, warm like honey.
“I love you too.” Jimmy mumbles, face buried in Scott’s chest, tears all cried, just exhausted.