Brian Kinney (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} b_kinney) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} omega_reality, |
"This... you... it'd be easier if you were dead, it'd be over, but you're not. You're here, and you're alive, and I can't go through this again, John." The tears were falling down his face, but he wasn't hiding now. He was a fag; he might as well embrace another stereotype. "I don't know how to stop it from happening, because you will do something stupid someday, because you and Derek are people who want to save the world, and I will have to deal with your death again. And this time you won't come back from the dead."
His fingers raked John's hair before they tightened at that back of John's head and he pressed their foreheads together. "I've never loved anyone as much as I love you," he whispered. "I wish I could make it stop. It'd be so much easier. Just end it and go somewhere else, live until I die, not care for anything, but you are here and I can't go anymore.
"Different rooms, different sides, doesn't make any difference." A few feet of separation wouldn't make him stop feeling. Brian finally put his arm around John, pulling him closer. "I've never been very good at sleeping alone."