❝yours, tommy❞ | dylmas

13. i'll tell you

Dylan POV

Tommy fell asleep curled up next to me on the couch a few minutes ago. I wrapped a blanket around him, because he's still shirtless and his hair aren't dry yet, and I don't want him to get cold. I think he didn't sleep much these days. Because of me I guess.

He sleeps like an angel, his lips slightly parted. He's so beautiful, he's a wonder. Softly caressing his features and sometimes tangling my fingers in his hair, I wonder how I could ever let him down. Earlier, I thought I was never going to get him back. I thought he wasn't going to forgive me, and I saw how much I hurt him. Worst part is that he hurt himself by punching into the walls and his table.

But now, I'll be there. I'll always be there for my Tommy.

Being there, next to him, it's like the time stands still. But I'm not as happy as I should, because flashbacks of him crying and breaking down right in front of me keep flooding back. I'm happy we're back together but I'm also really sad that I did this to him. And I know we will work this out, but I also know it won't be easy.

I was about to fall asleep as well but suddenly the front door opens and I quickly turn over, taken by surprise.

"Ki Hong?!"

He drops the groceries on the floor as his mouth goes wide open. "Dylan?!"

I carefully get up and shush him. "Shuuut! Lower, Thomas's asleep. What are you doing here?"

My friend looks at me like I'm an ovni, his mouth still wide open. "Me?! What are you doing here?"

Okay, this is really weird. "Uh... I came here for Tommy." I say in a low voice. "You?"

He slowly comes closer to me and gently pushes my chest with his fingers. "I came here to take care of your man. He's broken. I should kill you."

I sigh and rub my chin, still looking at Ki Hong. "I know, trust me I know. I fucked up. But it's better now. We'll work this out, Tommy and I."

"Yeah? Why did you even let him down in the first place? Did you see his hands? How tired and stressed he looks?"

I rub my eyes, feeling the urge to cry again but I don't want to and suck in a huge gasp of air.

"I know, okay. I got scared. I got really scared because I don't know how to take care of him, of his anxiety. But I'll learn."

"Dumbass, you already take care of him like he needs to. You don't have to learn anything. Just be there for him, that's all he wants and needs."

He glances at me and rolls his eyes, as if to say "stop your shit, dumby-dyl", then picks up the groceries. We start putting the groceries away, some in the fridge, some in cupboards. Ki Hong puts a bottle of disinfectant and some band-aids in front of me, on the table.

"Here. For his hands. He didn't have some anymore."

I sadly look at the bottle. "Do you think he already did this before? Punch walls and stuff?"

He shakes slowly his head and takes a seat. "Of course he did. When his emotions become too hard to handle, he does this. You'll have to make sure he doesn't, from now on."

I keep staring at the table, playing with my fingers, chewing my bottom lips. I slowly walk toward the couch too see if Thomas's still asleep (and he is). Then, I sit at the table with my friend.

"How do you know so much about him?"

"I walking on him during a crisis once. He was so tired of this. So, he told me."