Fuck. I think he wants to be held. He was so fragile today, so needy. I never want to see him cry again. I wrap my arms around him as he pulls up a movie on his laptop, and we eat the pizza in silence, our eyes on the screen, my hands resting on his bare stomach. An hour later, he slips off to sleep in my arms and I just hold him the rest of the night. I fall asleep a fucking happy man.
