10

Pietro finds his way up. It isn't so far. Kurt lets him in, afraid.

"This isn't you, either, hunh?" the ice breaks; Pietro's elusive quarry sit silently on his bed, rubbing tears.

"No..." Kurt says, heart too loud. The excitement fights with him; wins. Shaking?

"Can I sit here?" he asks, already doing so.

"Yes..."

"Do you hate me?"

"No."

"Can I hold you?"

He sees a nod, embarrassed and pretty.

They lay, quietly together. Kurt moaned softly, scared.

"Don't cry," Pietro whispered, confused and unhappy.

"I'm not." Kurt cuddled closer, "Vhat is ziss?"

A warm shrug, "Me an' you."