pluto [johnten]✔️

thirty-three

"i wanna talk about it. can i?" tens small broken voice cut through the silent air. he was in johnnys comforting embrace.

the two of them were scrunched up in the small chair that was sat in tens living room. the older ran his fingers through tens hair, rocking the two of them.

he noticed little things about ten. he noticed how the youngers nose twitched when he sniffled, how his red rimmed eyes beautifully laid upon empty space, and how his small body seemed to fit perfectly in johnnys right embrace.

"of course. if you feel comfortable go ahead." johnny whispered his response, scared he would break ten.

the younger seemed so precious, just sitting there trying to wipe his face clean. johnny felt his chest tighten at the thought of ten being hurt by someone.