Fletcher felt the tight feeling in his chest loosen for a moment at the small signs of giving in. He hadn't completely lost him. That made everything okay. At least, it made it more okay than it was. He wasn't one for begging, for showing much more emotion than was strictly necessary.
The minute he started speaking, the only thing Fletcher could think to do was pull him closer, arms wrapping around him. He didn't know how he was going to fix it, but he'd find a way. That was when the words Tiberius was actually saying hit him. Fighting to keep him? Who in all of...His father. Tiberius' father was still making him give reason for spending time with him?
Fletcher barely realized that he had tightened his hold on him at that point. No. He would never let Tiberius go. He was his damn it! He would tell him the truth and find a way to kill of Tiberius' father before he ever let that happen. He had no qualms with offing the man. None at all.
"I'm sorry, Tiberius. I shouldn't have...I just...it's been a bit stressful. I shouldn't have taken that out on you." He buried his face against Tiberius' neck. "I need you, Tibby. I can't...If you ever..." He drew in a shaky breath, laughing almost out of sheer need to keep himself from actually crying. "Only you could do this to me. All superheroes have their downfall, right?" Was he right? He only sort of paid attention. "Guess you're mine."