After an embarrassing failed attempt, you move away to the city of Brighton, in hopes of out running your issues. Turns out ghosting your contacts wasn't going to last so long either. Even the thought of all this was insane and turned out to be so, but a different type of insane. A James Marriott kind of insane. And we all know how that goes... MOVED HERE FROM MY MAIN TO MY ALT ACCOUNT UNDER EDITING UPDATES MAY BE SLOW !!! CW & TW: MENTIONS OF SUICIDE, SELF HARM AND HOMOPHOBIA SPECIAL THANKS TO MY EDITOR TOBY!!! ILYSM IF JAMES ISNT COMFORTABLE WITH FANFICS I WILL DELETE IT.

On one particularly stormy night, you find yourself unable to rest, due to stress and general concern. So, you step outside, to try and elevate your thoughts, so as to not disrupt the man you lived with. However Dark managed to discover you, and while you were afraid at first, you would find his support to be exactly what you needed. (This is separate from my other story 'I care'. This is also a oneshot for those who adore Darkiplier as much as I do. I hope you all enjoy it) Sometimes it is okay to let others bare the load.