I hold his hand against my face, nuzzling his palm as he lifts his head. A tear trails down his face, and when I brush it away with my thumb, he breaks. Brendon lets out a sob and crashes into me, wrapping his arms and legs around me, and burying his face in my neck while he cries. My best friend, the love of my fucking life, is in pain and fighting himself. I hold him against me while he lets out the emotions threatening to choke him. I don’t say anything, I don’t have to. Not right now. He’s falling apart, and I’ll be here to pick up the pieces when he’s ready.
