*sits down heavily on the bed, unsure of where to look, unable to block out your words (and the memories, Eru, the memories)* *finally, raises his eyes to look at you, because you are mistaken (he wasn't unconscious; he saw those boys every day on the circuit of catwalks and photoshoots)*
*draws his trembling hand down over his face and whispers, in a cracking voice (because he is scared of Death) (because he scared of the dark) (because he is scared of being alone)* I don't want to die. I just ... I just ...