Syx knew the story ended happily, he knew it did, he’d already seen the baby photos. Oh he felt that pain though. Knew so very much what it was to feel like you didn’t deserve your happiness. He wrapped his arms around Harrison, pulling the man tightly against him, rubbing their foreheads together as had been done to him earlier, “It hurts. Oh god I know.”
Pressing soft kisses to his forehead Syx asked, “Why did he stop?”
He hadn’t, when it had been him in that state of mind. The only reason he was alive was because Warden found him, laying in his own blood. He’d been so close to death. But there was no way the man in his arms would have survived that fall, blue or not.
“Minion caught me,” Harrison confided. “Before I could actually jump. Scared the hell out of him, and of me once I sobered up.” He licked his lips dryly. “I promised him never again. And I got sober. Wayne was willing to take me back, thank god, but we slowed down to a snails pace. Not that I blame him after what I did, but it took months to earn back his trust.”
“And there were a few relapses– times I got emotional and drank too much and did stupid self-destructive things. But I haven’t drank like that in almost four years. We got married and last year we started working on having children of our own. Devin was born in April.” He let out a deep breath, enjoying the press of forehead against forehead. “We all have scars. But only some of them are the kind you can see.”
Syx let out a soft bark of a laugh, “Never again. I promised Minion that too.”
Syx chewed his lip, “I know self destructive all to well. There really isn’t anything smart about finding the biggest guy in the prison yard and gut punching him until the day you don’t end up in the infirmary,” he’d honestly been surprised the day he’d won. Skinny and wiry thing he was, especially back at twenty-two.
Leaning back so he could look at Harrison he ran his fingers over cheeks and jaw, feeling his heart resonate with his man, “I do hope you understand I’m never letting you go,” he took up Harrison’s hand and pressed it over his heart, “You have a home here now,” claiming his lips softly, they could be broken and healing together, “Mine. Whenever I can have you. Whenever I can steal you, share you. Still mine.”
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