I walked him to my house, My arm wrapped around him as he shivered against my side.

I opened the door, letting him walk in.

"I-I dont wanna walk far.. I don't wanna get your floors wet." He frowned

I laughed quietly, shaking my head.

"Don't worry about it. Come upstairs." I said, letting him walk in front of me. 

He let out a squeal, slipping on the hardwood floor, immediately catching him. 

He laughed nervously as he helped him stand back on his feet.

"I don't wanna move now." 

I laughed in return, grabbing his hand, helping him up the spiral staircase, upstairs to my room.

"Pick out something you wanna wear." I said softly as I picked out a pair of shorts and a black shirt for myself.

He nodded as I walked into the bathroom, changing out of the wet clothing, looking down at my arms, seeing the nail marks and blood, not noticing Tyler was knocking on the door.

"We should clean those." he said quietly, pushing his way into the bathroom.

I sighed quietly, nodding. He looked through the cabinets, finding a cotton ball and peroxide.

He put a bit on the cotton ball, grabbing my wrist gently, lightly dabbing it over the cuts.

I looked at him as he did, looking so focused on my arms. I smiled slightly, watching until he was done. 

"I need to get dressed." He giggled quietly, starting to shiver. 

"Ah, go ahead."

"Turn around." He giggled again.

I did so, keeping my head down, waiting until I got the okay.

"You can turn around." 

I did, looking at him in complete awe. 

My shirt was too big for him, going down to his mid thighs, wearing nothing underneath. 

I grabbed his wrist, frowning at the old cuts. Tyler started to pull away. 

"Stay here.." I mumbled quietly

I walked away from the bathroom, walking to a closet outside it, grabbing a small black container. I walked back in, seeing the small boy now on the counter. I stepped in front of him, unscrewing the lid to the container, taking some of the cream in my hand, grabbing his wrist gently, rubbing it against his scars gently. I did this to each arm, lifting the hem of the shirt up off his thigh a bit, biting my lip. I looked at the old and new cuts along his skin, frowning, but put more of the cream on them gently with my thumb. 

I wiped my thumb off after, pushing the shirt back down against his thigh. 

"What was that?" He asked.

"Uh, scar cream." 

He smiled at me, having to look up at me. He was much shorter than me, but I thought it was cute.

"Thank you, Josh."

I shook my head. 

"I want to help you get better, Tyler-" I started, looking at the tears gathering in his eyes quickly. "- I want to see you grow out of hurting yourself. I want to help you in anyway possible. I want you to be happy." 

Tears fell down his face, causing me to cup his cheeks, using my thumbs to wipe the tears away.

I pulled him close, standing between his legs. I slowly pushed my lips against his, feeling his arms wrap around my waist. The kiss was gently, but loving. I pulled away, looking at him. More tears fell down his face.

"I am happy, Josh."