Kane knows you hear when he cries. He tries to hold it in at night while you’re sleeping next to him. But it’s your arms that he needs this time. Look at the cards you’ve been dealt, if you were anybody else he wouldn’t last a day. Every tear is a rain parade from hell. You do it so well, you’ve been so understanding, so good. And he’s putting you through more than one ever should. And he’s hating himself, because you don’t want to admit that it hurts you. He knows it breaks your heart when he cries again, over him. He knows it breaks your heart when he cries over his deceased ex lover, Lucas. Instead of ghosting him. You’ll get through it, get past it. He’s a guy with a whole lot of baggage. Though he wishes he was here instead, don’t want that living in your head. He just comes to visit him whenever he’s dreaming now and then. Lucas died a little over two years ago, it was so hard on him. But he found you, and even though the ghost of Lucas remained in his mind, he wanted to prove you were enough.

“Mm.” He held you in his arms, sighing gently. He pressed a kiss to the top of your head.