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Cry (TehChaos)

For Broken_Flame :3 enjoy

John is crying. Anthony has no idea why.

The brunet had come into his room at 3 in the morning when Anthony was trying to sleep, wormed his way under his blankets and laid there until Anthony eventually woke up to the smaller male tucked right up next to him, tears rolling down his face.

This isn't the first time it's happened, and it won't be the last. So Anthony just sighs, and he drapes an arm over the male, pulling him impossibly closer. John tucks his head just beneath Anthony's chin, and their breathing syncs together after a little. Anthony stays awake a little longer just to make sure John is asleep, before grabbing his phone. He texts Tom, who was out at work at the moment, It happened again.

About twenty seconds later, he gets a response. Again? That's the third time this week.

I know. Should I ask him about it?

Nah, give him some time.

Anthony sighs, and replaces his phone on the nightstand. He feels a surge of protectiveness while looking down at the brunet nestled in his arms. He pets John's hair, the action soon lulling himself to sleep.

The next night, John's in his bed again, and before he drifts off, Anthony catches his tearstained face in his palms. "Hey."

John blinks, face slightly squished in Anthony's hands. "H-Hi."

Anthony smiles slightly, and uses his thumbs to rub away the tear tracks. "Do you wanna talk about anything?"

"My dad is in town," John says quietly, and Anthony stiffens slightly before pulling John closer. "He can't come here, don't worry, you're safe."

John nods, and Anthony gently combs fingers through his hair, allowing John to relax, eyes drifting shut.

Anthony picks his phone up from the nightstand, and texts Tom with a Grab pizza on your way back

Why? Tom's response, Impromptu party?

John's dad is in town. Remember to make sure to lock the door behind you when you come back.

Rodger, Tom texts back, and Anthony placed his phone back.

He looks fondly at the male snuggled up to him, and he shifts to a more comfortable position, the urge to protect this smol guy from the whole world burrowing deep into his chest and settling there.