Blue came to you, tears streaming down his face. He had rope marks on his wrist. He also had bruises, scratches, and black lipstick kiss marks smeared across his neck. He was shaking incredibly, looking absolutely terrified. You took him in.

Blue now sat on your couch, a spare blanket draped around his shoulders as he held a mug of hot chocolate. His eyes were wide, seemingly lost in thought as he stayed silent.

"..."

His mug shook a bit, his hands not stopping their shaking.