Guilt was possibly the worst thing in life, according to Cyrus. This ugly, twisting feeling trapped in his gut, at the thought that even though Theo was wrong, he had thought he was doing the right thing— and for that, Cyrus had pointed a gun at the person he loved most.

He sank into his desk chair at his office at the Headquarters and buried his face in his hands. Even though Theo was wrong about Marcus, Cyrus was still at fault. He hadn't warned Theo that Marcus would be there. He hadn't trusted his husband. He had actually threatened him. No wonder Theo didn't want to see his face. Cyrus didn't even want to look at himself. What the hell was wrong with him? If he had dared to point a gun at Theo, the purest thing he had, something definitely had to be. People didn't just threaten the people they loved. Maybe he had been in the gang life too long.

"What happened?" Benny's calm voice asked. Cyrus looked up. He knew he probably looked like a trainwreck. He wouldn't admit to Benny that he had cried on the way here, but he knew his bloodshot eyes gave it all away.

"I messed up bad, Benny," He whispered. Benny only sat down across from him, not looking concerned at all.

"Tell me what happened, and I'll fix it."

So Cyrus told him everything about what Theo had said. How they had fought, and how guilt was now slowly eating away at him because he didn't know who was right and who was wrong. Benny listened closely until the end, and then he stood.

"Pull yourself together," He ordered. When Cyrus needed Benny to fix something, chances were that he just needed someone to tell him what to do for once. Cyrus didn't always make the right choice, and when he didn't, that was when Benny stepped in to tell him how to fix his mistake and get back on his feet. Other than Theo, Benny was the only one Cyrus ever took orders from, and it was good that he did. Sometimes they were the only ones who knew what was the right choice.

"Pull yourself together," Benny repeated. "Find a way to get your husband to take back your miserable, stupid ass, and make sure the rest of the gang doesn't accidentally start a war while I'm gone."

"Where are you going?" Cyrus questioned.

"To fix your problem, dumbass."

***

Benny was either a saint or a demon in disguise. Cyrus wasn't exactly sure which one, but either way, it meant that he got things no one else could get. So when he returned to the headquarters with footage of the Rebels meeting, Cyrus decided to just not question where or how he had obtained it. They sat in front of the computer again as Benny queued up the video.

"Do you know what they said?" Cyrus asked. He didn't really want to watch the video. He didn't want to rewatch Marcus's death, to see just how deep of a part Theo had played in it.

"I wanted to be just as surprised as you." Benny offered, clicking play. They watched on, and Cyrus stiffened as Marcus entered the meeting. It was a whole different kind of guilt seeing him on camera again and knowing he was gone.

He's our new spy for the Hunters.

All he has to do now is get the man alone and kill him! No Cyrus Mossberg, no Hunters.

The cops might even thank us if we kill Mossberg for them.

Benny stopped the video, and they sat in silence, staring at the screen. Cyrus had no idea what to say. At least Marcus had done his job. He knew the Rebels hated them, but this was a whole new level for them. He knew how it must've looked to Theo. He had no way of knowing that they had planted Marcus in that meeting themselves, that he wasn't a spy for the Rebels, but for the Hunters, to scope out what they wanted. But Theo had only seen a traitor. A serious threat to his husband's life. No wonder he had told Spiro to kill Marcus. Cyrus knew he would've done the same thing. It was sending shivers down his spine just thinking about it. He would've slaughtered the whole meeting if they'd said half those things about Theo.

"What do we do now?" Benny asked. He had done his part. Now he resorted back to being just another man in the Hunters, a soldier awaiting orders.

"Keep a close eye on what's left of the Rebels," Cyrus instructed. "If it seems like they know anything about us, figure out what and stop it. I'll tell the others that there's no need for a war, but we'll need to do something to help them blow off steam. I'll ask Kramer if he's heard about any new competitors for Felicia; a fight might be the way to go."

"And after that?"

"And after that," Cyrus sighed. "I've got some serious groveling to do."

***

It was Theo's day off from work, so Cyrus knew he would still be home. He knew he was the last person on the planet Theo wanted to see, but he didn't really care. They had to work this out. Their fights were so rare, but when they happened, it was usually nasty. Literally begging for forgiveness seemed like a good place to start fixing things, though. He opened the door to the apartment, and Theo looked over at him.

"No," He said bluntly, shaking his head and pointed back at the door.

"I'm sorry," Cyrus offered, raising his hands in an attempt at peace. It wasn't worth drawing out the conversation. It would only anger Theo more. "Benny found footage from their actual meeting, and I know how it must've looked, but you have to understand that Marcus wasn't a bad guy. I sent him into the meeting as a spy for the Hunters; he was pretending to hate me, and I never told you about it. Maybe if I had things would've gone differently, but I didn't, so I'm sorry." Theo crossed his arms.

"So you'll believe Benny, but not your own husband? That's nice, Cyrus. Real nice."

"I only understood it when I had actual proof in my hands. I got lost in the anger of finding out Marcus was dead, alright? I didn't know who or what to believe."

"You should've believed me."

"I know," He sighed, running a hand through his hair. "It's just a lot to take in at once, you know? I went from seeing my friend get shot and die to you telling me that he's been a filthy traitor and me knowing he's not and-" He stopped, shaking his head. "It's not exactly easy to make that switch, especially when I know that I wasn't betrayed, but you thought I was, and the things they said at that meeting... But I'm sorry I didn't handle things better, I'm sorry about what I said, and-" His voice cracked as guilt launched through him. "A-and I'm sorry I pointed a gun at you." He stared at the floor, not wanting to meet Theo's soul crushing gaze.

"Fine. But I'm not forgiving you." Cyrus paused and looked back up at him, confused.

"But I apologized." He frowned.

"Cyrus, it's not about apologizing," Theo insisted. "It's about the fact that after everything, you still don't trust me."

"I trust you!"

"Well, judging by what happened with Marcus, you clearly don't. And that really fucking hurts, because I trust you with everything. I just expected you to be the same, but apparently I was wrong." Cyrus wracked his brain. He did trust Theo—he did. But Cyrus didn't have much experience with trust. It was like a rope in his mind, and he didn't know how far it should be let out. But with Theo, it was different. He always trusted Theo with more than he did with anyone else. He loved Theo more than anyone else― more than himself most days. But for Theo to think he didn't trust him at all... Well, that hurt. He slowly started to understand why his husband had reacted so harshly. But if this was about trust, well, then he had to come up with a way to make Theo understand how much he trusted him.

"Fine," He said, an idea forming in his mind. "You think I don't trust you? Let's go."

"Where are we going?" Theo narrowed his eyes.

"Somewhere where I can prove you wrong." He replied vaguely. "I'll show you how much I trust you."