Fizzarolli's pov

It's been four weeks since we started our trust exercises. So far, I've managed to be comfortable taking off my shirt. Walking around the house topless, however... is a no-go. Ozzie's been super supportive through the entire process. 

but... I'm still worried that one day his patience will spill over, and he'll grow sick of waiting...

"You alright, fizzypop?" I remain silent "fizzy?" "Are you gonna get sick of waiting?" Ozzie frowns and pulls me into a hug "no baby. i told you. I'll wait as long as needed, I'm not going to 'throw you away' just because you're traumatized"

"but-" "No buts! i love you with all my demonic heart. and I love you means you're never ever getting rid of me. and I'm never ever getting rid of you. understand?" I tear up and hug him tightly how is he so perfect?