"Why are you being so nice?" Anti asked, his voice breaking when he said the word nice. "I...I don't know," I admitted. Anti pulled his knees to his chest and just sat quietly, not looking directly at me. "Anti," I said as placed a hand on his shoulder, "I've never cared about someone before, ever, but I care about you. I don't know why or how, but I just do, so believe me when I tell you that I will be there for you no matter what." "Dark, I don't know what to say-" Anti began. "Then don't say anything," I said, "Just let me hold you." I pulled him to me and held him tightly against my chest. I felt his warm tears soak my already damp shirt, but I didn't care about that right now. I just cared about Anti.