Third POV

“Dee!” Remus calls through the corridor, searching for Janus to tell him about the recent prank he'd pulled on Roman, his twin Brother. “Dee guess what. I just did-“ he stops his train of thoughts when entering Janus’ darkened room. “Janus?” A hiss can be heard from the bed in the centre of the room but with it being so dimly lit, Remus couldn’t make him out. He flips the light switch on to see a Janus covered in blood- picking at his scales on his face. “Dee I’ve told you to stop picking.” Remus moans and complains, shutting the door with a slam, silencing the room for Remus to walk closer to Janus but he shuffles back into the wall. “Dee,” he laughs. “Why are you scared!”
“I d-don’t want you to be angry.” He stutters out of fear.
“I’m not gonna hurt you!” Remuss chuckles less vigorously than before. “And I’m not angry as such, just slightly annoyed.” Those words do not help Janus calm down, instead it makes him pick at the scales below his eyes, flinching when that begins to bleed as well. Remus huffs, walking out of the main room and into the bathroom to find some tissues and plasters in case it’s worse than he’s anticipating. He dampens half of the tissues under the tap, and he quickly rushes out, landing on the bed and in front of a shaking and nervous Janus. “Hold still.” Remus prepares to clean some of his face and Janus dodges his hand hissing once again as the human part of his face starts letting tears fall from his eye. But Remus doesn’t notice it. 
“Pleassse.” He begs. “Don’t.”
“Dee, I need to clean this mess up in case it gets infected or something.”
“I don’t care if it doesss Re.” He resists. “I am fine. Leave!”
“You’re obviously worried and stressing about something for you to pick at it this much. So let me just-“ Remus reaches for his rave by Janus pushes his hand away, growling now, warning him to leave. “Janus-“ Remus grabs a hold of one of his hands, wrapping his hand so tight it’s almost impossible for Janus to escape - not that he wants to. He doesn’t want to try to escape, he loves the feeling it gives him, butterflies in his stomach, blushing on his cheeks.

Janus POV

Why does his hand around mine feel so right and why do I love the feeling it’s giving me? I shake my head slightly. Snap out of it.
“What are you doing?” I snarl.
“I’m trying to help you calm down. If you really want to, do Virgil’s breathing thing.” Remus suggests, his voice shakes at the words, ‘Virgil’. It sends me a shiver down my spine as well, that’s the first time he’s been mentioned since he left… “I’m not trying to hurt you. I’ll be careful.” He quickly says before pressing the damp tissues on my bloody cheek. I flinch, looking away, a stinging feeling overtaking me. Unintentionally, I squeeze onto remus’ hand, gritting my teeth together in pain. “I really wish you wouldn’t hurt yourself.”
“What do you mean? You’ve hurt yourself before as well.” I remake angrily. To this, Remus stays silent. Instead he focuses on trying to stop my bleeding from spilling out and dripping onto my clothes. Yet I can’t help but blush. He continues to wipe my blood away, either ignoring my tears in my eyes or not noticing them. 
“Then you know how I feel right now.” Re finally speaks up, breaking the silence. I look at him - his upset look makes my heart plunge in my chest. He doesn’t know how I felt that day I saw him cutting his wrists in the bathroom. I almost cried and broke down at the sight of him hurt and in pain. He screamed at me, wailed and mentally broke down in front of my very own eyes. I edged closer to him, I let him shout, rant, yell, scream and vent at me. I didn’t even care if he hurt me. I held him close, letting him cry into my chest and he fell asleep in my arms. I stayed beside him that night- scared that he’d take a step further. Eventually, he insisted I left and in reality, I never wanted to even leave his side. I was scared and worried to the point I had a panic attack that night. I was terrified for him. When I snap out of my face and back into reality, he’s not just frying my cheeks carefully and gently.
“Re-“ I stop myself when my voice shakes and shudders. He looks into my eyes, only now noticing my tears and his face drops. “What?”
“I’ve never seen you cry before.” He lounts lit. “Does your cheeks always turn red?” He smirks in a teasing way.
“Shut up.” I laugh slightly.
“Just asking, jeez.” He chuckles, plastering my scales and I flinch again, wincing. “Sorry.” He mumbles.
“Thank you.” I force out and he scoffs, putting the cleaning stuff on the floor to face me.
“I’m staying!” He declares without my consent and permission.
“No.” I state.
“Look,” with one hand he cups my human side of my cheek, wiping away my tears. “You need someone tonight.”
“N-no I” I try to resist but I can’t help but melt into his touch slightly. “I…” I see Remus smile in my direction, glancing down at my lips, causing my heart rate to increase and I blush even more. “Stay.”
“That’s what I thought.” He says softly to me before suddenly leaning in to me, closing the gap between our lips.

It’s so sudden, I widen my eyes instead of closing them, holding my breath to see Remus’ cheeks blush deep red. He pulled back noticing my stiffness but I wanted him to stay.
“You gonna say anything?” He asks, dropping his hand when I stay silent to his actions and words. “Huh?” He prompts me to say more.
“You’re a great kisser.” Is all I can think of so I say it before kissing him back, only now closing my eyes and I grip onto his hands as if my life depends on it. “Stay.” I whisper when I pull back, head lowering and Remus pulls me into a warm embrace, landing my head on his chest, closing my eyes once again, melting into him. He’s surprisingly warm and oddly, I feel protected in his arms, like I’m safe.
“That’s what I was gonna do anyway dumbass.”