Like I'm Made of Glass

~Go Run, Run, Run~

Pat

Andy lay on our bed, his soft hair sprawled on the pillow. My baby's crystal eyes were tightly shut as he dreamed. I ran my hands over his face, the tears falling from my eyes as I traced the fading, but still visible, bruises. The bruises he tried to hide from me. The ones he got from the bastards who hated who he was.
Different. 'Emo'. Gay. Well, he's actually bisexual, but people are overly judgemental these days.
Fuckers.
Andy's eyes fluttered open, the crystal gems gleaming. "Pat..."
"Mm," I stroked his hair. "How are you feeling, baby?"
"I'm fine." He said. I knew he wasn't.
"Baby…"
"I'm fine, Patrick." Andy glared at me. "I'm one hundred per cent, perfectly fine."
"Andy," I wound my arms around his waist. "I know when you're lying."
"So you don't want me to be okay? Fucking great."
"Andy, you know that's not what I mean."
He sighed. "I know, but you don't fucking get it!"
"Baby…"
"I hate being weak!" Andy growled.
"You're not weak." I whispered, and kissed his forehead. "You're the strongest person I know, Andy."
His soft lips found mine in a chaste kiss.
"I know it's hard sometimes, baby, but I love you. I'm here."
"I love you too, Pat." Andy nuzzled my neck.
I stroked the hair of the beautiful boy in front of me. As he climbed into my lap, I felt nothing but love and an overwhelming sense of protection. The absolute utter devotion I feel for him is crazy.
But I can't live without it. Without him.
And I know my Andy feels the same way.

Notes

Quick Biergarty oneshot!
You like? :D
-Kat =^.^=