Killer smiffled, gritting his teeth as he buried his head in your chest, his hands clenching at your shirt as he let his eyes shut. The room around you two was trashed, clothes, glass, and dust from the new found cracks and holes in the walls all over the floor.

“I’m sorry.” Killer managed to choke out. “This shouldn’t be your problem.” He murmured. “You shouldn’t be the one havin’ a bad time, eh?” He joked, though he looked rather pathetic doing so, he looked almost like a mad man, that weird, crooked smile on his face, his eyes open wide as he lifted his head to look up at you.

But despite that, you didn’t push him away. You didn’t stare at him in disgust, you didn’t use his weakness’ against him, you didn’t tell him to suck it up—you just let him.