My Lover or My Enemy?

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I stretch out to cup his face, sighing softly. I stare at the ground for a moment, unable to form words and feeling as if an iron weight had clamped itself around my heart.

For a little bit, the only sounds were our short breaths and the AC coughing out great gusts of cool air.

"I'm sorry I freaked out" I finally say in a small voice. "It was just a dream. I know that"
He was silent.
Then, "you don't even know me"
"You should be aware by now that people watch your videos"
"Not the same as knowing me"
"I know your behavior patterns, as immensely creepy as that sounds. It seems like you pour part of your soul in to those videos. More people understand you than you may think."
"You seem great" he starts.
"Danny" I interupt him, stepping closer. He moves closer to me, and I feel him shaking slightly below my hands.
I pull our foreheads together, and we rest like that, leaning against eachother.
"You don't have to talk to me" I say. "But I'm here if you need open arms and ears"
"It was just a dream" he grumbles, his words countered by his intimate actions, begging for comfort.
"I know" I tell him, right before he collapses in to my arms.
"God!" He sobs in to my shoulder. "I'm so sorry. I don't even know you. I should not be... Blubbering in to your shirt" he chokes out his phrases in between gulps and tears.
"Don't worry about it" I tell him. "Sometimes it's easier to talk to near strangers than people you're close to. "I'm just so...." He clenches his hands around my shirt, searching for words. "I'm so" his voice rises. "I'm just so useless!"
I'm still, my arms frozen in their position, wrapped around him. I had only been out with him once, and I didn't know what I could use to comfort him.
"Hey" I said softly, moving my petrified arms to pull him closer in to me. "No, you're not"
"Yes I am!" He insists, pawing at his eyes with the back of his hand in a desperate attempt to dry them. His voice wavers.
"Danny" I start, my voice firm and affectionate. It contrasts with his own time, broken and shaking.

He sniffles in response, then groans and pushes himself out of my arms.
"I'm sorry" he says, rubbing his red eyes.
"For what?" I ask, stretching out to him.
"For crying in front of you. I-" he stops, as if the words in his throat were bile. "I don't want to scare you away"
I chuckle softly, and he seems to gravitate towards the sound, leaning slightly back to me again.
"I'm not that easily scared" I tell him, and he leans closer.
"What does scare you?" He asks, his voice thick