A/N: i listened to "Silly Kiddo! - An Agere Playtime Playlist", on yt, while writing most of this (so i wouldnt fall asleep) im shit at titles :( i did NOT proofread its 3am no way.
Tom slowly stirred awake from his nap, groggily sitting up and wiping his eyes before he fully processed Marco's presence. His face drooped and he spat out his paci, fear swimming behind his eyes, his previous innocent, childlike expression completely shattered. Tom broke down, tears streamed down his flushed cheeks, his lip quivered, body shaking, terror striken. Marco didnt know what to do, he just stared, it was a lot to take in in such a short amount of time. As his brain processed the information, he stepped forward towards Tom, but when Tom flinched he froze, looking deeply concerned. "Tom?" Marco spoke, voice soft and worrying. "Are you okay, darling? What are you doing?" Tom was still frozen but his eyes were slowly beginning to appear less fear striken. "Marco! It's- I-I" Tom tries to explain but all that escapes from his mouth is a few incoherent babbles, before he takes a deep breathe and tries again. "I-I know you're going to think its disgusting but-" Marco's features twist into a display of very visible confusion. "Why would I think anything you do is disgusting, love? Especially this, whatever this is, and i might already know what, i will accept you for, no matter what. I feel responsible for making you understand that, after all the judgement you've faced in your life."
Marco's caring tone was like a soft musical whisper in Tom's ears, every word bringing him a joyful feeling in his chest. "So, baby. What adorable little quirk is this?" Marco asked softly. Tom mumbled his reply before Marco sat down next to him, pulling Tom into his lap and wrapping his arms around Tom's torso. "Slowly, Baby" Marco whispered. Tom's response was still mumbled and slurred but mostly clear. "Imanageregressor" "Oh?~" Marco's response was laced with a hint of teasing but after seeing Tom's eyes tear he stopped. Marco's soft palms cupped Tom's cheek and for a second the childish-ness that was in Tom's eyes earlier returned before quickly fading away. "It's okay, baby. Why would i ever judge you for something you cant control?" Marco looked into Tom's red eyes as he spoke again. "You're safe here, in my arms, as long as your with me any judgement by others shall not disturb you from how you deal with your past."
Tom's eyes welled up with tears and he clung to Marcos waist as tight as he could, laying his head on Marco's shoulder, soaking part of his t-shirt.
