Harrison files that all away. Clearly the scars are not something he likes to have touched. Noted. He’s just glad Syx didn’t pull away completely.
“Our people are survivors,” Harrison said softly, once more leaning in to rub foreheads. He focused again on projecting feelings of safety and care. No matter what had happened to him, he’d never tried to hurt himself….. well, not like that. No, instead he had used meaningless sex and copious amounts of alcohol. “I almost jumped off a 26th floor balcony once. I was drunk, but I just couldn’t see a way out.”
Senses filled with caring and his fingers tangled, blue on blue, he found himself talking about it for the first time since he’d promised Minion he’d never do it again. He’d chased away every therapist Daddy had hired. Hid away from even the thought of it. Yet this man… Syx felt a long ago erected wall begin to crumble.
“I was fifteen,” he breathed out, barely a whisper.
Harrison listened, letting his head still against Syx’s own. He still pressed against it though, wanting the other man to feel him there. He didn’t say anything, not wanting to break the delicate moment.
Syx traced his fingers over Harrison’s hands as he whispered, “I… I smashed it… after I laid it… I couldn’t…. I couldn’t look at it…. and Minion wasn’t… he was outside… I was alone… and I just couldn’t… couldn’t.”
He shuddered, he’d been to afraid to talk to his uncles. Minion had stayed out side getting supplies for their next big foray into being bad boys. Setting up a hang out for them. Warden had away on a trip of some kind. With out his Minion or his Daddy… it had been too much.
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