Rian went silent when words started spilling out of Marcus, his expression pained. The world had never been a dry cut black and white for the blond, he had been on both sides of the fence too often to be the one to pass out judgment and he knew good people could do bad things and the other way around. Being left behind was both a fear and a reality in his life just as he had left people he left behind. He took a deep breath, reminding himself of all those things, his hand taking Marcus’ to give it a squeeze.
“Look, I meant it when I said I am glad you came. I wouldn’t want it any other way, okay? I want to help, I want to be here for you” he took another deep breath “and I really, really don’t want you to suffer. That won’t change no matter how hurt I get, alright?” Serious eyes regarded the other man for a while before he sighed “dude, I forgave you like two seconds after we sat down. I am pretty sure you’re one of those people I would always forgive” he smiled gently, his cheeks coloring “eh…are you hungry? Thirsty? Do you need a hug?”
Everything in Marcus had felt twisted for longer than he could remember. He realised suddenly that he’d been tense since all of this started and stressed beyond belief. Now it all lifted in one sudden motion and his eyes burned with tears that he didn’t want to fall.
Rian had given him a glimmer of hope that he was sure he musn’t have felt in months; though it had likely been longer for Rian, he would have to calculate it out later. He felt the gentle press of Rian’s hand and let out a sigh of relief, pushing himself forward and wrapping his arms around him in a tight embrace, his face burying itself against his chest. He was too scared to say anything in case it sent tears cascading down his cheek and he was sure the tightness of his throat would make anything he said sound pitiful. But a hug was just what he needed.