Crankiplier

Confession to Make

(Ethan POV)
I walk up to Mark's door and shake off all my thoughts as I reach for the doorbell. I've always loved his doorbell, it's music is very welcoming and cheery. I press the button as the familiar sound rings. I hear rustling and clanking. 'They must be setting up the cameras.' After a moment I hear the door unlock and I am greeted by that enchanting face.
(Mark POV)
I hear the doorbell and I fix my appearance whilst putting a smile on my face. I open the door to reveal, just as I expected, Ethan. I could tell he had only just recently woke up, but I brushed it aside and welcomed him in. "Chica!!! How's my sweet girl doing?!" I hear Ethan playfully greet Chica, she must have come to say hi. His face lit up talking to the dog. It was quite adorable. Wait, what?? No, not adorable, it's just nice to see him happy. Yeah, that's all.
(~Time skip / Ethan POV~)
We finish filming a few videos and then Amy states that she is going to the store. I ask her to kindly bring back some snacks as I sit on the couch and she happily agrees. Amy is so nice. No wonder Mark likes her. I could never compete with her. I'm so obnoxious and embarrassing. Why does anyone hang out with me ever? "You alright, bud?" I am startled out of my train of thought by Mark's silky voice. I could hear the concern in his words. "Yeah! Sorry, just lost in thought!" I quickly reply, I don't want to bring attention to myself. We have better things to worry about. I feel the couch sift as Mark sits down beside me. "No, man. Seriously. You've been off all week. What's up? You can tell me. It isn't healthy to keep your feelings pent up all the time. I'm here for you. " All I can do is tear up. He is so concerned for me. And why?! Why does Mark care?! I'm not worth it! I freeze when I feel a pair of massive arms around me and I can't help but burst into ugly sobs.
(Mark POV)
"Shh, shh, shh. It's alright. Let it out." I hug Ethan and stroke his back, trying to calm him down enough to come clean about what's going on. After a while of this he sits up and wipes his face. I just want to protect him. I want to hold him forever. In an impulsive decision, I put a hand on his face. "So... Do you wanna talk about it?" I question Ethan, slightly trying to nudge him into spilling it. "I- I'm sorry, Mark. I just- I've had a lot on my mind recently and it's just really hard to deal with. I haven't been able to sleep, so I stay awake all night. My thoughts keep me awake and I don't know how to make it stop," Ethan finally confesses in between quiet sobs. I feel like I am hammering at a block of ice. But this is just the tip of the iceberg. There is still something he isn't telling me. "Well, what do you think about..?" I inquire, hoping to finally get some answers. "Well, I- I've been thinking and... I don't know for sure- but I think I'm queer. I don't know the right label, and honestly I don't really want one, but I'm pretty sure I'm not straight. I don't known what to do, Mark. I'm afraid to tell anyone, but I feel like I need someone to help me deal with this new information..." Now we're getting somewhere. I pull him close and rub his back. "Aww, Ethan. It's okay, I'm here for you. I'm so glad you told me. I'll always be here for you, we can get through this together, okay?" I feel him quiver as I hold him tight. He begins to cry again and nods, pulling me even closer than I was before. I feel like I could stay like this forever, just holding him like this. Poor Ethan.
(Ethan POV)
I am so embarrassed. Not only did I just come out to Mark, but also I'm soaking his nice shirt with my  annoying tears. He's so kind to me. And his arms are so muscular, yet soft. Without thinking I pull him closer. At first I panic, regretting my decision, but then he hugs me back, even tighter. Oh no. I think love him. Oh God. I feel something briefly touch my hair ... Did I just feel that correctly??? Did- did he just kiss the top of my head??? I look up him confused and my eyes meet his gaze. "You okay?" There's that silky voice again. "Yeah, uhm, did- did you just... kiss my head..?" My words come out more jumbled and shakey than I had hoped. "Oh. Yeah. Um, sorry, was that-" I interrupt his sentence, "No. It was- it was nice. Comforting. " I feel my heart pound in my chest. Maybe I should tell him..?