That evening Crip returns to Victors house, and he isn't home.
He takes this opportunity to explore, finding quite a few weapons hidden within rooms. Victor was an assassin.

Crip never would've pegged him as such, and it still felt weird. To him, he was just Victor.

Oddly, he felt quite at home here. At Victors house, he felt safe. Safer than he normally feels.

Suddenly the door opens, and Crip rushes to sit on the sofa, acting as if he didn't just snoop around the entire house.

Victor walks in, and his eyes meet Crips.

Victor: "There you are." He smiles, and Crip feels very warm.

Crip: "Where were you?"

Victor: "I waited around and paid that cop a little visit."

Crip: "Jameson?!"

Victor nods, and steps over to sit next to him.
Victor: "I don't think he'll be bothering you anymore."

Crip: "H-how did you..."

Victor: "I have my ways boss."

Crip looks down nervously, taking a moment to accept it.

Crip: "Thank you Victor.."
Victor: "Are you ok? You seem..upset?"
Crip: "I just...it seems like you're doing everything for me. I don't wanna get too dependent on you."
Victor grabs his hands, making him look him in the eyes.

Victor: "Depend on me. Let me protect you."

Crip swallows: "But why Victor? Why are you doing all of this for me?"

Victor is quiet for a moment.

Victor: "I just really..really like you. I don't wanna lose you now that you're in my life."

Crips eyes widen.

Victor: "Don't be afraid of me."

Crip leans in, not even realizing what he's doing. His lips touch Victors for a brief moment, then he pulls away.

Victor can't help but smile.

Victor: "I need you to stay."

Crip stares curiously.

Victor: "Stay here, just a little bit longer. I know you wanna walk out the door, but could you just..slow down? Just for a little while..stay with me."

Crip can feel his eyes tearing up. How long has it been since he felt so needed? So loved. He still didn't understand why Victor had attached to him like this, but he was grateful. Truth be told, he needed Victor too.

Victor: "Can I kiss you little birdy?" He asks softly, and Crip nods.
Tenderly, he draws him back in, kissing him ever so gently.

He loved it.