Caught red handed (Henry x Austin)

Comfort.

Austin's pov

I almost tripped as we ran down the hallways. Eventually, Henry stopped, opening on old half decayed door and yanking me inside the room.

I took a minute to catch my breath before looking around, seeing the faint outline of shelves, cluttered with indistinguishable items.

"You alright?" He suddenly asked. I stayed quiet, sitting down.
"Austin?-" He continued.
"Why did you help me.?" I questioned.

"What do you-?"
"I mean- you tried to MURDER me, what.. Just under a year and a half ago?! And now you're acting all nice?? I don't get it!" I exclaimed.

I pulled my knees to my chest, letting out a sigh of defeat.
The room was quiet. Too quiet. I hated it.

I felt tears roll down my face as I covered my mouth, trying to make the least possible noise.

"Because you didn't deserve it." He mumbled, sitting down beside me.
"W-what?." I stuttered, looking up at him.

"You didn't deserve it. Or anything that's happened, really. Me trying to murder you. Getting accused of a crime you didn't commit. Getting stuck in here with me. Or what happened out there. I mean.. yeah, you can be kind of a prick, but.. you don't deserve all of that." He explained, looking back down at me.

He cupped my head in his hand, carefully wiping away my tears with his thumb. I squeezed my eyes shut, forcing the rest of my tears out. I sighed quietly, placing my hand on his, melting into his hand a little.

Suddenly, he pulled me in close and covered my mouth. I was confused until I heard guards run past. Their footsteps rang in my head like a bell.

Once there was silence, he took his hand off of my mouth, sighing in relief. I was mainly focused on how close he had pulled me in. It was oddly comforting.

After a moment, he took his hands off of me, placing them in his lap.
"Sorry." He chuckled. No, wait.
"It's fine." I replied.

I wanted to move close to him again, but something pulled me away as I shuffled a few inches from him.

I shoved my head into my knees, sighing.
"You wanna talk about it?" He asked, ruffling my hair.

I looked up at him sharply, making him pull his hand away.
"Sorr-" He apologised.
"Don't stop." I mumbled.

"What? You like your hair being ruffled~?" He teased.
"Shut up." I groaned.
"Fine, fine." He sighed, ruffling my hair again.

"So, do you wanna talk about it? It's fine if not." He asked. There was a pause. A long pause..
"Austi-?"

"Why do people hate me so much, just because I'm trans?.." I questioned, looking at the ground.
"I- I don't know." He answered.

I felt tears stream down my cheeks like lava from a volcano. He pulled me in close by the waist, hugging me tightly while still ruffling my hair.

I'll admit, I've pictured this scene before, just not in prison with my enemy. I try to act like I don't need anyone but I do. I really do.

I cried hard into his chest, trying not to be too loud.
"Shh, shh. It's alright, let it out." He comforted. 

Just then the crooked door slammed open, almost flying off of its hinges.
"Well what do we have here~?" Asked the guy who tried to S/A me.

Shit.