Tiberius tensed on contact, his breathing not slowing. He wished to ignore the events of the day and to be able to lose himself in this. But he could not. He wanted to protest, but for the moment remained silent. He didn't want to have his Father hurt Fletcher. Nor did he wish to gain more injuries on this day. Fletcher curling to him in his bed, in his Father's house, would certainly bring on both.
He couldn't help but let his eyes shut when he felt Fletcher's arms around him. It was akin to the feeling of being given a safety blanket, being wrapped in warmth; but much more personal. He opened his eyes, listening as Fletcher spoke. He thought of questions he wanted to address, but he forced himself to focus on controlling his breathing first, feeling pain each time he sucked in air.
His statement was a normal truth for him. He did not need to fear while in the presence of Fletcher. But he was afraid. He didn't want to lose his oldest and most treasured friend. He only lightly relaxed at the feel of Fletcher's lips to his shoulder, before forcing himself to speak. "What do you mean he is gone? Gone from the house? If he find yous here...he'll be even worse."