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They hung out all that night and
everything was great, but when they
decided Sam should sleep over and went to change into pajamas Colby saw something. On Sam's bare back were red harsh scratches, some looking to be
scars others brand new
but they weren't all down his back, no. They were at his shoulders, right where your own hands couldn't reach any farther and up, as if he wrapped his arms around himself and pulled away, nails buried deep into the perfect skin.

Colby didn't bring it up, didn't say one word of it even when the blond caught him staring and was quick to pull a shirt on. He figured there must be an explanation, so he didn't say anything, just sat in bed kept his mouth shut on the subject. When it was time to sleep he couldn't, Sam was in deep sleep in minutes.

And Colby didn't stop the sleeping boy when he unconsciously drifted over to the brunette, wrapping his arm around Colby's waist and burying his nose into his chest. Colby wrapped one arm around him holding him close, he couldn't stop himself when one hand drifted to his shoulder, he slightly moved the thin fabric away from where he knew the marks laid. And there they were, just as dark now up close, Colby could see that some were scabbed over clearly being deep.

He stopped, he pulled the fabric back over them and forced his thoughts to stop. He set his head on that same shoulder and held back the tears that were threatening to fall because he didn't know anything, and he couldn't jump to the conclusion that was swirling though his head. He closed his eyes even though they were begging him not to, hot with tears and brain not wanting to shut off.
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