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I'm lost but can't be found DM x FM Part 2

 "Wh...What do yo.ouu mean?" Danny asked him, his voice shaking in fear even.

"Danny, I don't blame you. We all have doubts and some can't be that easily over-come." Dylan said and grabbed Danny's arm. He pulled back the sleeve and shined his phone light on Danny's arm. They both saw all the horrible mismatched lines on Danny's arm. Some of them scars, some of them fresh cuts which are looking slightly infected. "We need to get these clean before they cause serious trouble" Dylan told Danny and he felt the tension coming from Danny and he doesn't really blame the older one as Dylan hasn't told him what he actually thought about it. And to be honest with himself, he doesn't really know how he feels about it.

Dylan climbed out of the bunk and pulled Danny out with him, being careful not to pull on any of the cuts. He pulls Danny into the front part of the bus, which is deserted seeing as how it is about 1am, and makes him sit down on one of the seats by the table. Dylan then goes and retrieves the first aid kit which is in the bathroom. When he comes back with the kit, he finds Danny slightly dazing off as tiredness catches up to him.

"Yo, Danny. Wake up bud; I've got to clean these cuts." Dylan tells him and this startles Danny enough to pull him out of the dozing off. Dylan sits in the seat opposite and gets out the anti bacterial wipes that he needs to clean Danny's cuts. He then holds his hand out for Danny to place his arm in on it, which Danny does and Dylan then begins cleaning the cuts.

"Why didn't you talk to one of us? We could have helped you, and don't say it's because your not important. You are and you should know that by now" Dylan told him and expected an answer form Danny. Danny inhales sharply as Dylan wipes his cuts clean. "Sorry" Dylan said by habit.

"I don't want you guys to think I'm being a fucking pussy by complaining to you, so I just tried to deal with it myself, but seeing as how I fucked everything else up, I fucked this up" Danny admitted and hung his head down in shame and expecting Dylan to hate him. But what happened was not what Danny had in mind at all; it was completely different from what he expected. Dylan stopped cleaning the cuts and leant foreword and lifted Danny's head up so that Dylan could look into his eyes and vice versa. After seeing that Danny truly believe what he said about himself and all the self-hatred in Danny's eyes, Dylan leant foreword and placed a very deliberate and slow kiss on Danny's lips. Danny's eyes shut by themselves and so did Dylan's and they went on kissing for almost a full minute until they had to breath before either of them passed out.

"Danny, you are so far from fucking everything up. If I show you something, would you promise that you will keep it a secret for me, please?" Dylan asked him, his lips throbbing from the kiss. Danny nodded and mimed locking his mouth shut with a key and then throwing it away. Dylan chuckled a little before pulling back his own sleeves. A bunch of pale lines went in almost every other direction and after seeing this; Danny gasped and looked up to Dylan's face. "You're not the only fuck up here" Dylan said and started packing away all the first aid stuff as he has finished with cleaning Danny's cuts. "How did you manage to hide these from George earlier?" Dylan asked Danny, suddenly curious and slightly desperate to make Danny forget about what he had just been shown.

"The fresh ones were done after that, when I was alone for about twenty minutes cause everyone had given up on me, and the scars have been there for a while and I just shrugged when he asked me about them." Danny told him, and climbed out of his seat. He walked up to Dylan, who had placed the First Aid kit in the cupboard above the sink so it was closer to where accidents are more prone to happen, who was standing there braced against sink whilst looking down in it whilst looking seriously troubled. Danny put his hand on Dylan's arm and he heard a gulp from Dylan as he tried to suppress the feelings that had all of a sudden shown up again. "Dylan, talk to me. I can help" Danny said and Dylan turned to look at him. Danny saw that there were fresh tears in Dylan's eyes and this made him worry because Funny Man never cries.