¿There really isn't... a reason?

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He fell asleep first, that was usually the routine.

His head was tucked under my chin, and he was curled up to me, as if he was a child.

His arm was draped over my stomach and his good leg was interlocked with mine.

I didn't mind, though.

Not one bit.

I played with his hair as he slept, letting it run through my fingers.

The fire in my stomach grew as the moments passed on.

I have never been this close to anyone ever.

His chest slowly rose up and down in a sleeping pattern.

He fell asleep about 30 minutes ago, but I couldn't sleep.

Too much was on my mind.

The call from Slade,

The events that he did to me,

Robin getting angry,

Slade actually doing something else to me, to him, to one of the other Titans.

My heart raced over everything and I couldn't find myself ready to relax.

Beastboy, he calmed me down though.

Even if he wasn't awake, he made me feel a safeness inside of me.

I moved my hand down from his hair to his cheek.

I caressed it lovingly, but my mind still was filled with curiosity.

What happened to him?

Those two guys he mentioned, what did they do?

Did they abuse him?

Did they just say mean things?

Did they sexually abuse him?

I just want to know.

I want to feel his pain.

My hand went from his cheek to his jawline.

His very sharp jawline.

I traced it, until I got to his ears.

His cute... pointy ears.

A loose strain of hair got in his face and I took my fingers and stroked his hair, putting it back in its place.

When I did, I heard him take a sharp intake of breath.

He opened his eyes, and they were bloodshot. Well, his black eye has been bloodshot for awhile, but the normal one was red now.

"Morning." I said, still stroking his soft hair.

"What time is it?" He asked, still in a confused state.

"I'm not sure." I said because I couldn't see the clock. His weight was holding me down.

He sighed, and nuzzled back under my chin.

I was convinced he fell asleep again, so I rested my hand on his arm that was draped over my stomach.

He groaned and lightly nudged my arm.

"Heyyyyyyy." He said, dragging the word out and he took my hand and placed it on his head.

I laughed and continued to stroke his hair.

"You're so stubborn." I whispered. I felt him smile.

"It feels good dude." He whispered back.

"I bet. How's your leg?" I asked.

"It's not too bad right now." He replied.