You don't have to hurt me to love me | Moon Knight

Laters, Gators!

You shut off the shower, shivering slightly under the water which had gone cold. Determination set to get Marc back, you headed to the small closet in the bathroom, pulling out one of his favorite shirts and wearing your shorts.

You padded to the door, your fingers stopping over the knob when you heard Steven's voice through the door.

"Come on Marc! You can't keep doing this" He said, exasperation dripping in his voice.

After a few minutes, as if in response to something Marc had said, he yelled out "She is falling sick because of this! You are hurting her by not wishing to hurt her!! You have to see that! You are hurting, and I don't know how long we can go on like this"

This was the first time you had heard Steven raise his voice and you could imagine him tugging at his hair, his fingers fiddling unable to do anything in this situation. His desperate voice broke your heart, while also adding to your hypothesis of Marc being in pain. Your boys were in pain and you were at fault. If this had happened before you got to know them as well as you do now, you would have run away, trying to prevent them from being in pain.

But not anymore. You were going to fight to be with them. Your fingers grabbed hold of the knob, twisting it slowly, just as Steven's knees hit the floor, tears streaming down his face as he said "Of course, we don't deserve her Marc!!! She is not going to leave us, I hope not. God. But I wish she did. She would be so much safer. Are we even in the right to love her? Would we really be better off without her? Can we even survive another heartbreak like that? Oh god, Marc..." he was sniffling on the floor, clutching his knees close to him.

You couldn't bear the sight any longer and rushed towards him.  Steven turned around having heard your footsteps, rubbing the evidence of his tears away, albeit unsuccessfully. You pulled him into a hug, his face pressed into your chest, tears dampening your shirt as you combed through his curls.

Before he could ask you how much you had heard, you pulled his face up, placing a soft kiss against his, your tears betraying you yet again.

"No one deserves me more than you!!!" You pressed a soft kiss against his forehead.

"I am not going to leave you. Both of you. Get that through your beautiful head doofuses." His cheeks.

"I am far safer with you than with anyone else" His soft nose.

"I can't say for you, but you can't get rid of me this easily, not now, not ever. I love you. Both of you." you whispered kissing the back of both of his hands and looking between Steven and the mirror, knowing that Marc was watching.

"I love you, Steven Grant and Marc Spector. You know that you are the only ones that truly matter in my life. The only ones who could love a lonely girl like me. You guys make me better, make me grow, make me deserving of you. I couldn't have asked for anyone better." you said confidence flowing through your soul into theirs as you kissed him softly.

"I love you and I will say that till you believe me and ingrain it in your souls," you said again, tears mixing with Steven's as your hands found their way behind his neck, his fingers combing into your wet hair, pulling you closer by the back of your head, foreheads touching as close as they could possibly be.

Once both of you had calmed down, you pulled back to look at Steven.

"Can I see him?" you muttered, your breath heaving as you turned to look at the mirror.

"Ummm..." he replied, unsure of how to respond, obviously conflicted by whatever Marc was telling him.

"Tell him that if he doesn't front in the next 10 seconds, I will literally punch every mirror in this room. Not that it will help... Like could that help? Or would that actually make things worse? Hold on! How many mirrors do you guys have? How have I never counted them before?" you turned around to count the number of mirrors in the apartment.

"Love... you are doing that thing again. Thinking out loud while you zone out." Steven replied laughing before pulling your face back towards his, pressing a soft kiss on your forehead and then your lips. "Laters, Gators" he mumbled against your lips before blinking rapidly.

"How do you not know how many mirrors we have after living with us for over a year?" Marc asked, trying to play it nonchalantly but his voice was thick and raspy as if he has been crying for a long time.

You don't know what snapped inside of you, but suddenly you were pushing him to the floor, his head hitting the hand you had placed between him and the carpet. You were angry and by the look on Marc's face, he didn't want to be on the other side of it.