He needed to know you guys were okay. That you weren’t really doomed like everyone had told you the two of you would probably be.

“Baby, please..” He muttered, clinging to you desperately from behind, “please talk to me.” His forehead was rested against your shoulder.

“I’m sorry, okay?” His voice was a bit louder, more assertive, “I’m sorry I said that shit! I’m sorry. Just please baby..”