Hey Moon,

Composure

"I am calm. I'm always calm."
"No," Brendon interjected, "you look fifteen seconds from starting a fight, or crying. I'm not sure which because I've never seen you do either." The accusation hurt. Tears began to run down Dallon's face. Brendon stepped forward, wrapping his arms around the man he considered one of his best friends, and pulled him to the couch. "Hey, hey it alright." Brendon soothed. This had been a long time coming. Dallon had always been one to bottle his emotions, but had always been there for Brendon. Brendon felt it was up to him to be there for his boyfriend, and by god was he going to be there for Dallon. Dallon curled into Brendon's side, taking comfort in the arm wrapped around him and the hand rubbing his back.
Dallon hadn't meant to lose his composure on Brendon like he had, but he was so tired. Tired of pretending he was ok with his family's rejection of them, tired of working a job he didn't really love, tired of walking on eggshells around all of his friends because he didn't know who he could trust. Dallon was just tired, and the longer he stayed there, boyfriend mumbling soothing words, the more relaxed he became.
Slowly the sobbing stopped, and Dallon slowly pulled away from Brendon's embrace.
"Sorry-"
"No," Brendon stopped Dallon. "You're not going to apologize for bring vulnerable."
"But-"
"No." Brendon pulled Dallon closer to him, voice softening, "But, if you want to talk about what just happened, I'm here." Dallon was silent for a moment, relishing in the warmth of his boyfriend.
"Uh, remember a few months ago," Dallon began tentatively, "with my family?" Brendon nodded as he recalled the events. That was the closest thing he'd ever seen someone get to totally disowned by their family, and Dallon had handled it with the same quiet grace he handled everyone with.
"I know I shouldn't, uh, but I don't know." He buried his head in to Brendon's sweater; Brendon could see Dallon working him self up over what ever it was he had to say. His hand subconsciously began to rub Dallon's back again.
"Hey, it'll be ok," Brendon tried to reassure. It must of worked because the next thing he knew, Dallon was talking.
"I'm just tired. So fucking tired. I feel like I'm keeping a secret from the world, but I can't tell any one because if I do," he stopped, voice growing quiet and strained, "if I do, then I'll have to leave again. We'll have to leave again."
Brendon's heart broke a little at the silent tears running down Dallon's face. The idea of Dallon struggling hurt Brendon, and the fact that there wasn't much he could do to help made it worse. Brendon didn't know what to say. It wasn't as if Dallon was wrong. Brendon didn't say any thing, and Dallon didn't offer any more insight to the events leading to this. The pair relished in the silence of each other's comfort, and at some point, enwrapped in warmth and hurt, drifted asleep.