Quintis One-Shots!

I can't

Happy's POV:

I feel myself breathing heavily. I open my eyes. And can feel the tears come. But I can't cry. Not now.
I try to stop the tears but it doesn't last long.
I then start sniffling. I try to stop but I can't because sniffling is acting as a border for my flood of tears.
I move over closer to the edge of the bed, and I almost fall on top of Toby.
I catch myself before I do.
   "Haps are you okay?" Toby whispers trying not to wake Walter.
   "Yea I'm fine." I say not being able to think of an accuse in time.
   "You're lying. Happy, I know you well enough to know, you aren't telling me the truth."
   "Get up." I tell him. I have to get up, and I don't want to step on him.
Toby gets up and tries to help me up. But I push him away, in independence.

I walk to the other side of the bed and  open the window quietly. I step onto the metal staircase, knowing Toby's following me, I start walking. I finally reach the top of the complex. I sit down on the edge, and Toby sits beside me. Typical.
   "So...what's up?" He asks after a few minutes of silence.
See the thing about me and Toby is, we could sit in silence, and it not be awkward. Its just normal. Just us.
   "Just a bad night." I answer. He turns his head and looks at me for a second.
   "Is this about me?" He asks referring to the sleeping situation.
   "No. Its about Walter." I answer again. He turns back, facing the busy street.
   "...I know I act like your overprotectiveness annoys me, but thank you. I'm not sure how much of that my mum got when she was pregnant....anyway, I'm just not use to this. The only person I can sleep with is you. And now my nightmares are coming back. So it's not like I'm dying. Just unused to it." I explain the best I can.
   "I'm sorry. About your mum. I know I've told you time and time again, but I am truly sorry. I just worry about you because I care about you. That goes for the whole team. I just happen to love you differently than them. I love you more." He explains, deeper than I was expecting, it being late at night.
   "Why do you care about me so much? I just can't seem to understand how you can love me this much." I ask. It's a genuine question I have been curious of for years.
He looks at me again, more shocked now,
   "Happy, I have always told you that I love you. And I will never stop. You have always been my best friend, and you always will be. I love you because you are my family. You have always been here to talk to, at 3 o'clock in the morning. You have always been there for me. And I have, and will always be here for you. I love you because you aren't just my girlfriend and future wife, you are my best friend. The one person I know will trust me when I have stupid and insane ideas. I love you because you're my girlfriend, and I care about you. You're perfect to me. I know they say that no one can be perfect, but you are in your own way. You are and will always be perfect to me, even when you act like you hate me, even when you cuss me out because I did something stupid. You're perfect to me, and I love you because you're my everything Happy." He explains, and I'm now looking at him to. Are eyes lock. He starts to tear up,
   "Doc, stop. Please don't cry." I can't see him cry, because then it'll make me cry.
I wipe away a tear off his cheek, and kiss him.
Then I rest my head on his shoulder. And I close my eyes.
   "I love you, Doc." That was the first time I have said that before him.
   "I love you too, Haps."
And we fall asleep again, looking out at the city lights and moving cars.