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-Seto's POV-

It had been a week since Christmas and I was worried about Brice.

He had been quiet, quieter than usual, and that's saying something, since he's usually so laid back and chilled anyway. It started on Christmas Day.

I thought at first it was something I'd said or done, but he reassured me that it wasn't, even if he wouldn't give me the real reason for his moping.

Now we had just got back from Adam and Ty's new apartment that we had been visiting for New Years. The car ride home had been uncomfortable to say the least, and now I was ready to explode with worry.

We got in and took off our coats and shoes, then I grabbed Brice's hand, dragging him to the couch and pushing him down gently on it. I'd had it with this bullshit.

I sat down next to him and looked him straight in the eye. He blinked and scrunched his face up in confusion, mild concern laced within. "What's wrong baby?" he asked, the concern increasing.

I sighed. 'For starters, it should be me asking you that. For the past week you've been acting weird, being all quiet and distracted.'

I huffed, and scooted closer to him, still gazing into his piercing blue eyes. 'Please babe, I know something's bothering you. Tell me, please.'

He scanned my face, a blank expression on his face. I gave him a begging look, then gaped when he did something I'd never expect from him.

He burst into tears, face crumpled and his head in his hands.

I stared, wide eyed for a moment, mouth agape, before swooping in and enveloping in my arms. I was completely bewildered, but the only thing that mattered right now was comforting Brice. My Brice.

It made me want to cry, seeing him like this, and I cradled him tighter, his sobbing unceasing. I planted tiny, continuous kisses on the shell of his ear as I rocked him, rubbing his back soothingly.

Eventually, his sobs quietened down into small watery whimpers. I dug out my phone, still keeping one arm around my love, and typed a message, not being able to sign while my hands were occupied.

I thrust the phone into his hands and he sniffed, rubbing his eyes. He looked down and read what I had written. I was desperate to know what was wrong with him. I had to know.

-Brice's POV-

I was done. I was completely done.

It started on Christmas Day. I was on my computer checking my emails, when I got one from my sister. I was shocked. She had told me I couldn't contact her for a while, so I was ecstatic to hear from her.

Until I read the email.

I was stunned to learn that my parents were moving to South Africa.

And taking Bianca with them.

Where they were going, there was little if any phone signal, and wifi was out of the question. Basically, my shithead parents were cutting off all ties, and and I couldn't do a damn thing.

Bianca was only seventeen, so had no choice but to go with my parents if they made her. Didn't stop them kicking me out at sixteen though.

No, Bianca was the good kid, the one that wasn't a faggot art student who lived a wickedly sinful existence that was a shame to the family.

I had been torn up about this completely, and thought about it every day. I loved my little sister Binky, she was the only family I had left, and now I had no one.

When we got back to the flat from Adam and Ty's place, my thoughts were swimming with Bianca and my parents.

However, Seto grabbed my hand suddenly, and led me to the couch, and I snapped back into reality. He was biting his lip and looked anxious, and I grew worried.

"What's wrong baby?" I asked, frowning. He sighed, and looked me straight in the eye, then started signing.

'For starters, it should be me asking you that. For the past week you've been acting weird, being all quiet and distracted.' He paused for a moment, his lips pursed. 'Please babe, I know something's bothering you. Tell me, please.'

At that comment, I broke down.

I was a failure. I had failed my family by being a fag, I had failed Seto for being a dick this past week. I was pathetic, not even able to find a job as an artist, the only thing I was ever good at..

I couldn't help Seto that day at the precinct, I couldn't even save him from myself. It was my gun. It was my fault.

I curled my hands into fists, opening my mouth to speak, but I guess I broke the dam that was holding it all back because I immediately started sobbing.

I felt a pair of arms wrap around me, and I instinctively leaned into them, clutching the front of the jumper with my fists. I opened my eyes momentarily, to see it was Seto, then I started crying harder.

He shouldn't have to see me like this, I shouldn't be like this in the first place, bit I can't stop these feelings leaking out now they've come out, it hurts too much!

It hurts and nothing's right and I'm such a fuck up.

I'm such a damn fuck up...

Seto rocked me back and forth, rubbing my back, much like I did when he had that nightmare.

I suddenly thought of all the times I've helped Seto, and all our fondest memories; the day I first me him, the music room incident, his panic attack,mother hospital, our first kiss. Everything.

My crying had calmed down to slight whimpering, and I sniffled. I suddenly felt an object being pushed into my hand. It was Seto's phone. He had typed a message on it.

'Brice, I love you. I love you so so much. I know we've both had bad experiences in the past, and you've helped me so much with mine. You're my Brice in shining armour, but now it's my turn to be your SuperSeto. Tell me what's bothering you, please baby xx <3'

I bit my lip and squeezed my eyes shut. He loved me. He really really loved me. But how could he love me?

I looked up and realised he had pulled me into his lap. He stared down at me with worry stricken eyes, caressing my cheeks with his hands. I blinked, and he seemed to urge me to speak with his eyes.

"I'm a failure..." I whispered, not making eye contact. Seto's brow furrowed, and he frantically shook his head.

He leant em back so I was leaning on the couch, still partially on his lap, and he turned to me, and began to sign. ' you are not a failure Brice Solace. You never have been and never will be.'

I sighed, looking at my hands. "I am Seto. I'm a failure, to you, to my f-family... I-I..." I was cut off by Seto taking my hand, squeezing it firmly.

I looked up at him. He brought my hand up to his lips and kissed my fingertips, bringing a small, sad smile to my face. He released my hand and gently continued, a look of slow understanding on his face.

'Your family... Is that what's bothering you?' His face softened, and he bit his lip once more. 'Please, can you tell me what happened with your family baby?'

I thought for a moment, then nodded slightly. There was no way he'd drop this, ever. I took a shaky breath and ran my hand through my hair shakily, ready to open the floodgates.

-Seto's POV-

Brice looked up and shyly took my hand in his. I squeezed it reassuringly and he stood up, helping me up as well. "I-its better if I s-show you..." he croaked, walking towards the computer, head down.

He sat me down on the office chair, and picked up the mouse. He opened up his emails and opened the last one he received.

I noticed he was trembling, so wrapped an arm around his waist, holding him to me as I sat awkwardly and read.

I was horrified to say the least.

As I finished, I closed the tab and shut off the computer. I stood up and put both my arms around him and, hugging him so tight.

He was the sweetest, most caring and selfless person I've ever met. All he wants to,do is love and be loved, but his parents were being unbelievably cruel, cutting him out of their lives and destroying the bond between him and his sister.

I pulled back and held the back of his head with one hand, planting a long lingering kiss on his pale forehead. I walked us to his bedroom, helping him out of his clothes clumsily and tucking him in, sitting next to him.

I smiled at him, as his once fiery eyes looked back at me, dull and slightly greyer than usual. I pecked his nose and took a deep breath.

'Brice, love, you are not a failure. You are amazing. You're kind, you're caring, and you're one of the bravest, strongest people I know. What your parents did is not your fault, it's them. They're the ones who are too pig headed to accept you for who you are.'

I brushed a strand of hair that fell into his eyes, as they shone up at me, and he offered me a shaky smile.

'I love you Brice. Your sister loves you. Adam, Ty, Jerome and Mitch love you. Hell, my dead father loves you, and you threatened to basically kill him! It doesn't matter about the people who don't care, because you've got all these people who do care. Even if Adam is hyper and Mitch is kind of an asshole.'

He giggled and sniffed, wiping away the last of his tears. I stroked his cheek and looked at his face.

He had tired,mark eyes, rimmed red and hooded. He was pale, apart from the light pink dusting on his cheeks from crying. There were tear tracks down his cheeks and he had a sad pout on his face. His blonde quid was tousled, and he was trembling ever so slightly.

I thought he was the most beautiful thing in the world.

I leant down and kissed his forehead, before going over to my side of the bed, stripping down to my boxers and crawling in next to him under the covers.

He turned to face me, and I held open my arms. He had a better idea though, and pulled me into his chest, my head resting on his collar bone.

I craned my head up and kissed him deeply, trying to show how much a really loved him, wrapping my arms around his neck.

He pulled back, smiling genuinely, and laid his head on the pillow. I copied him, gazing lovingly at him.

"Thank you Seto. I-I don't know what I'd do without you. I love you baby." he muttered quietly, tucking my head under his chin after kissing the top of my head softly.

I sighed contently, happy to have helped him. I pecked his collar bone and closed my eyes, as we both started drifting off into a peaceful sleep, and I thought of a plan to give Brice the best day ever tomorrow.

Oh yes, it would be fun.

Hi! :D it's like one am and I'm using the torch on my phone to read my notebook as I'm typing this. Yay! Not to get all Frozen, but the wind is howling like the swirling storm inside atm, and our fence panel was ripped out. So I've been writing this to avoid helping fixing it. Hope you enjoyed my little tossers! Luvs yas! Laika out.