The tears finally spilled over his checks when he saw him. Tears of sorrow and of relief. He wasn't dead. He couldn't feel him, but he was there. His cheeks flushed in shame of Soubi seeing him like this. It was meant for Soubi. He wanted to give his ears to him. But he'd been so stupid and trusting as a fucking child, and look what he'd done.

"Soubi, I-I'm sorry-" he sobbed, throwing his arms around his Fighter's neck and clinging to him tightly. He buried his head in his shoulder, fingers tangled in his pretty hair, and mumbling over over , 'I'm sorry'.