Symphony for the Lost

Concerned

We were siting at the table eating a breakfast of bacon and eggs when we heard the soft thud at the window.
"Vhat vas zhat?"
"I don't know." I looked toward the noise and Gilbert got up to inspect it. He opened the curtains and then the window, gasping at what he saw.
"What is it?"
"It's a bird." I got up from the table and made my way to my boyfriend.
"A bird?" It was a small little thing, fluffy and yellow like a miniature sun.
"He's hurt!" Gilbert carried the creature to the kitchen and set him on a pile of dish towels. It's wing was out at an odd angle.
"Poor thing." I muttered softly.
Gilbert used toothpicks and string to make a little sling for the bird so his bone would heal right.
"You're good at this..."
"I used to do this all the time when I was a kid." Gilbert admitted, face tinted pink. It was weird seeing him so delicate like this.
"You're cute." I turned my head away so he wouldn't see my equally red face.
"Mattie...he's kinda like you." Gilbert chuckled.
"Please don't name that thing after me." I begged, fake agony on my face.
"Nonsense. Im naming him Gilbird."
"Somehow, that's worse." I groaned, slapping my forehead.
"But maybe I'll name you after him."
"I'm a person."
"A very sexy person...Birdie.~"
I shivered, but not because I was uncomfortable. The name just awoke feelings in me that hadn't been stirred in ages.
I stepped forward and kissed Gil, hands crawling around his waist.
"I like that." I was borderline purring at him.
"Mein Birdie." Gilbert pecked my temple.
"Mnm." I hooked my fingers through his front belt loops, pulling him close so our bodies were aligned. His face turned red as I leaned in to kiss his neck.
"Mattie.~" he tucked Gilbert into his bed of dishtowels and pulled me into the cold ceramic floor. His eyes were clouded with lust. I knew I wasn't getting out of what I started.
But I didn't want to.
I wanted him to savour my body, to gorge on it if he had to.
I was his to toy with.
"Maybe we shouldn't..." It was like he snapped out of it completely. I felt myself shatter.
"But-"
"I don't vant jou to regret me."
"It's because I'm spoiled goods, isn't it?"
"Nein!" Gilbert kissed my forehead. "I just vant to be special for jou."
I pushed him off me and stood up, legs shaky.
"Mattie..."
"SHUT UP!" I shouted, making my way to the bed and collapsing into the sheets.
"Mattie," Gilbert sat down beside me and started rubbing circles in my back. "Zhis isn't about sex, is it?"
I whimpered as a response.
"Tell me vhat's up."
"I can't..."
"Jou need to."
"I just..." I sat up, rubbing my eyes under my glasses to clear the tears. "I don't have anything to offer."
"Vhat do jou mean?" Gilbert took my hands. His tone was light and welcoming.
"You buy me food and clothes and..." I touched the locket he gifted to me, "and presents...and I can't do anything back. I'm just a useless waste of space." I broke into harsh, ragged sobs.
"Birdie..." Gil pulled me into his arms, stoking my hair in a steady pattern. "Jou underestimate how important jour smile alone is to me."
"That's cheesy as hell." I snorted after I managed to calm myself.
"Fuck off, Matthew. I'm trying to make jou happy." Gilbert said in mock insult.
I let my mouth stretch into a tired from. "It worked, then."
Why did this man have to be so damn perfect?