You're back.

I missed you.

  2D jumped at the knocking,it was late in the day,and he hadn't called any special visitors. It was probably Noodle,Russel,and Ace,coming back from wherever they went.
He dropped the ripped,stained book he was reading and hopped off his cluttered bed,shuddering as his feet his the cold floor. He skipped through the house,slightly out of breath. 2D reached for the door,swinging it open with a smile.

   Murdoc stood on the steps,curled into himself. His bright orange suit was stained with blood and god-knows-what-else. His right eye was bandaged,also stained with blood. His dark hair was ruffled,torn out in some places.
2D stood there,the arm that held open the door shook as he fought the urge to slam the door on Murdoc's face.
   "2D! Buddy ol' pal! How've ya been!?" Murdoc's voice sent 2D into a fight-or-flight response,he cringed.
  "Mudz?" Y-..You're out of jail so soon.. "Murdoc pushed past him,pressing his dirty hand against 2D's naked chest. 2D actually forgot he was in nothing but boxers,and he pulled away from Murdoc's touch.
  "Mh-mm." He looked around, his eyes narrowing. "Heard y'guys got a new member while ol'doc was out,huh?" He called as 2 D crossed his arms,wanting to run and get into some clothes.
"I-I- uhm-yeah.. wasn't my idea." 2D hung his head down,mumbling. Murdoc turned back to him,licking his crooked,yellow teeth.
"Mm. So where is he!? Or she,whoever. Where's the kid? The tub of lard? Didja kill 'em? Didja finally snap?" Murdoc didn't wait for him to answer,as he ran and jumped onto the dusty,authentic couch. Dust flew into the air,2D stifled a cough.
Murdoc layed face first on the couch for a moment before sitting up,and smiling at 2D.
"C'mere! Sit with me,let's talk,gossip. Spill the tea." 2D silently made his way to the couch,sitting on the opposite end. Murdoc scooted over to him quickly,his breath hot on 2D's neck. He was close. Too,too,too close.

He wanted to scoot away,pushing Murdoc off the couch,off of him.

"Pots,where's everyone at huh? Where'dja hide the bodies?" 2D squirmed,turning his face away.
"Th-they went out. Ta,the club,,i-i think." Along with his voice, he was shaking. He pulled into himself more,sniffing.
"Oh! Alrighty,why don't we go an' join them!? Sounds like fun,gotta get a mask on though,police are probably gonna be lookin fer me!" He cackled as he stood up, stretching and popping whatever it was he popped.

He looked back at 2D,placing one of his hands on 2D's shoulder and trying to pull him up.
2D pulled away,his anxiety finally peaking. Every memory of Murdoc kicking him down,hurting him every chance he could.
"Don't. Fucking. Touch. me."
Murdoc slowly turned,his face frozen in shock.
"Pots? Wh-"
2D stood,shaking.
  "You're not aloud to touch me. Dont you dare. DON'T YOU DARE!" His voice cracked in the middle, and he cringed at it. He felt weak,that hurt considering he was trying to be strong.
  "YOU HURT ME,,YOU HURT NOODLE..I-" He screamed, curling into himself and yanking at his hair. Murdoc stepped back,grabbing at his own arm.
   After a few moments of gibberish and sobbing,he fully stood up,still shaking like mad. His usually pale face was red,snot and years ran down it.

   "Why did you come back ..?" His voice was quite, almost a whisper.
 
  Murdoc felt a stab in his chest. He wanted to reach out and grab 2D,but he knew it was cause just another outburst from him. He draw his dangly arms to his side,not knowing what to do or say.
  2D continued to sob,hiding his face behind his shaking hands.
"You don't even know h-how badly you've a-a-affected me." His voice cracked various times while stating the obvious truth.

2D was prone to flinching and apologizing for no reason,it was obvious why. No one questioned it,only feeling bad for the man.

Murdoc gawked at 2D,stepping forward.

  "I'm sorry,pots..i-i want to be a better man. I want to be better to you. To noodle. I'm so sorry. Please- Please forgive me."
2D wiped his face,sniffing. He shifted his weight as he slowly calmed himself down,his breathing still ragged.
  He looked down at himself,staying silent.

"I wanna believe you. I really do."His voice was cold,devoid of the intense rage and sorrow he previously felt. 2D looked up,his hollow eyes boring into Murdoc's own eyes,or the one that was okay. The sight unnerved Murdoc,reminding him of what he had done to his "friend" all those years ago

"Please believe me." Murdoc stepped forward,2D wanted to push him back,but he resisted,only turning his head away.
"I want to be better. Stuart,you gotta believe me."
"Don't call me that. Don't."
"2D. Please."
Murdoc,grazed his pale hand with his own,sickly green one. 2D's hand shook as he reached out and took Murdoc's.
"I don't want to hurt you anymore. "

2D pulled him into a hug,the warmth of the dirty suit that murdoc wore was a pleasant surprise. He pressed himself against the taller man.
Murdoc hadn't been hugged in a long time,so he greatly appreciated the action. His long arms wrapped around 2D's body as he nuzzled into the crook of his neck.
2D smelt a lot better than most of the inmates he got close to. He breathed in deeply,squeezing 2D.

"Promise."
" Mm? "
"Promise to me that you're gonna try to be a better man."
Murdoc closed his eyes,a sense of euphoria washing over him. He missed this. He missed 2D. He missed the feeling of security.
"I swear,I swear on m'grave."
2D closed his eyes as well,laying his head against Murdoc's,softly humming.

A/N:wow this is gay