¿There really isn't... a reason?

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I opened Beastboy's door and he was playing his video game.

He didn't seem to notice that I walked in, he kept his back turned against me.

I smiled, elated to see him. He always put a happiness in me that I had never felt towards anything.

I couldn't describe it, just his presence made my heart bounce out of my chest.

I walked over to him and wrapped my arms around his neck from behind.

I heard him take a large intake in breath and he jerked away from me with force.

He turned around with a petrified look on his face.

But that petrified look was soon replaced with a smile.

The smile that lit up my world.

"I'm sorry. I didn't hear you come in." He sheepishly laughed, rubbing the back of his head.

"It's okay." I told him with a slight giggle.

He turned his game off and grabbed his crutches, crutching over to the bed and motioning me to sit next to him.

I did and he pulled me into a tight embrace.

"How are you?" He asked, squeezing me tightly before pulling away.

I pulled him in for a quick kiss, cupping his cheek as I pulled away.

I stroked his cheek with my thumb.

"I'm good. How are you?"

"I'm good mama." He kissed both of my cheeks.

"Are you feeling any better?" He questioned.

"My head still hurts and I'm just really tired, but it's getting better." I told him.

"Do you want to lay down?" He started to lift up his sheets.

"Yes, but I don't know why. I've done nothing but lay down all week." I said, annoyed with myself.

"And you used your powers when you weren't supposed to." He added sarcastically, peeling his shirt over his head.

"Thanks for reminding me." I took my cloak off and laid it beside the bed.

"It's a gift." He chuckled.

I crawled under the covers and he did the same.

When he was comfortable I curled up to his warm body.

I nuzzled under his chin and tangled my leg with his, making sure not to hit his cast.

I took my arm and let my hand rest on his bare chest just below my head.

He started playing with my hair, slightly letting his nails scratch my scalp.

Now I see why he liked laying in this position so much.

"Cyborg said I'll be able to start physical therapy soon." He stated quietly.

"Really?"

"Mhm. I just want this darn thing off already." He said with a hint of annoyance.

"I bet. I can't wait either." I was happy that it was almost time for it to come off.

It's a sign that he's stronger than the person who did that to him.

"It's such a huge weight to carry dude. Cyborg said it's not going to be easy. Which I knew that already."

"If you would have let me heal you this would have been easier." I tapped his chest with my finger.

"And have you feel more sick than you already do? No I don't think so." He shot back.

I sighed at his stubbornness.

"Have you seen Robin?" My mind just shot to him. I haven't seen him today, only Cyborg.

"No. He's probably improving his sex life with Starfire for all I know." He chuckled.

I punched his chest playfully.

"You're awful." I scolded with a smirk.

"Like I said before, it's a gift." He said.

I sighed, and closed my eyes.

The last thing I remember feeling was the warmth of his body.

And I never want that feeling to go away.