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Scott knew from the second he spoke to Mitch that morning, that Mitch was going to breakdown. Again. They'd become more frequent this past week, and nobody knew why. But what worried him most is that he would be transferred into another unite, and then he would be able to calm him down.

Scott was the only one that could calm him down.

After lunch, the two boys sat in their shared bedroom inside of Westwind Mental Hospital. Mitch was laying flat on his bed, staring at the ceiling emotionlessly as tears fell from the sides of his eyes. Scott was reading and hadn't notice the boy was crying since he was doing said crying silently.

Once he noticed, he frowned and placed his book down, walking a few feet and sitting down on Mitch's bed, wiping the tear that was falling down the side of his face.

"Baby...why are you crying?" He asked softly. Mitch, not blinking, replied in a low mumble. "Because this is what I do." Scott continued frowning as he brushed Mitch's bangs away from his eye, stroking his forehead and then his cheek with his thumb.

After a few minutes, Mitch said something that made Scott freeze in place and tense up. "I want to die, Scott." Mitch blinked once, averted his gaze to Scott's Crystal blue eyes and felt another round of tears burning his eyes.

"Youre gonna get through this, my angel." Replied Scott gently as he began caressing his cheek again, picking up one of his hands and holding it to his chest. "No, I won't. I never will. That is why I wish to die." Scott leaned foreword and kissed Mitch's forehead, resting against it with his eyes closed after.

"Youre not allowed to leave me, Mitchy. Please don't leave me all alone." Scott whispered as a tear from his eye fell onto Mitch's forehead. He quickly rubbed it away with his thumb.

Mitch met Scott's eyes, looking quite scared at the idea, just the thought, of leaving Scott. His Scott.

"I know. I wouldn't...ever." Mitch whispered back. "But why am I still sad? Please...help me." Mitch said so quietly that you'd only be able to hear him if you were literally forehead to forehead.

Which they were.

"I'm helping you, my precious angel. As long as you help me." Mitch nodded against Scott's forehead. "I know, I never let you miss a meal. Ever." Mitch replied.

"I love you, my insecure saviour." Mitch mumbled as he began drifting off to bed, Scott giggled breathily as he laid down and let Mitch use his chest as a pillow.

He kissed the top of Mitch's head and ran a hand up and down his back, mumbling a quiet.

"I love you too, my sad angel."

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