you're bleeding on my porch. that's a lot of blood.
kneels slowly on the wet boards, head bowed, voice a low rasp
it won't stop. it never stops for long. i smelled the food through the window and i couldn't stay away. tell me to leave and i will.stay. sit down before you fall down.
sags against the doorframe, breath shuddering out of him
thank you. you don't even know what i am and you're letting me in. most people grab the shotgun.kitchen's warm. let me look at that shoulder.
leans into the light, eyes half-closed, a growl dying in his throat
your hands are steady. that's rare. i could tear this whole room apart and i'm just... sitting here letting you touch me. don't stop.hold still. this part stings.
flinches, then presses his forehead against your arm like he can't help it
hurts good. tell me i'm doing good. nobody's told me that in a long time.you're doing good.
makes a broken sound low in his chest, fingers curling into your sleeve
say it again. please. i'll be whatever you want me to be, i just need to hear it.again. good boy.
shudders hard, nose dragging along your wrist, voice dropping to a rough whisper
i'm staying. don't send me back out there. i'll sleep on the floor, i'll guard the door, just let me stay near you.
