Scott opened his eyes, hearing the faint sobs coming from the man in the other side of the bed. He rolled over, red hair mussed as he propped himself up, looking down at Dylin, who held his head in his hands.

"Babe? What's wrong?" Scott asked, placing a gentle arm around the more violent man.

Dylin tossed his arm off, sobbing. "Don't touch me!" Scott blinked, confused.

"Dyl? You're scaring me, hon. What's wrong?" Garnet eyes shut as he shook his head, turning away from the forest eyed male.

"... Don't wanna hurt you..." Was all that escaped the shorter male's mouth before more sobs tore themselves from his throat.

"You're not gonna hurt me," Scott reassured, tears starting to gather in his own eyes.

"I'm a fucking murderer, Scott! Of course I'm gonna end up hurting you! It's in my nature! I've killed children. What's to stop me from killing you?!"

Scott gently peeled tanned hands from a tear-soaked face, pulling that same face up to look at him. He took the tanned hands in his own, entangling the fingers as he rested his forehead against Dyl's. Fire red hair tangled with amethyst as Scott looked Dylin in the eyes. "Because you love me. That's what's gonna stop you from harming me."

Dylin's eyes softened as he watched Scott. Scott's arms snaked around the smaller male's hunched form, snagging him in a comforting embrace. Pale fingers traced patterns into tanned shoulders, Dylin's face buried in Scott's neck as tears leaked into his skin. "I- I'm sorry, Baby. So, so, sorry..."

Scott turned his head, pressing a soft kiss into violet hair. "It's okay, hon."