Ethan could tell you what clothes he was wearing the day his mom was killed. A green shirt, a pair of ripped up jeans, and his only pair of black and white boots. He could tell you what he was doing right before he walked into his mom's tent and found her lying there. He was wrestling with Aiden and after successfully pinning his older brother to the ground he helped his brother up, clapping him on the shoulder before walking away with a smirk on his face. He could tell you how many hours he cried before Aiden sat next to him, squeezing his younger brother's shoulder in comfort. Five. He could tell you what Aiden told him that day as he wrapped his arms around him in a brotherly hug. You still got me, little bro. You've always got me.
Ethan never wanted to feel the amount of despair and loss he felt when his mom died ever again.
He never did.
Losing his brother, watching his brother die in front of his eyes was much, much worse and standing in an empty classroom in front of Danny, the only person he had left, and realizing that the human – the sweet, smart, incredibly goofy, sexy, and extremely meaningful human – was breaking up with him was just as horrible.
"You're breaking up with me?"
It felt like hours before Danny spoke, confirming the werewolf's suspicions. "Ethan,"
"You're breaking up with me," Ethan stated as Danny pushed himself off the desk he was leaning against and walked towards him.
"I don't want to," Danny replied, holding Ethan's chin in his hand.
"Then, don't," Ethan told Danny, looking up into his eyes. "Don't."
"I have to," Danny insisted, the pad of his thumb caressing Ethan's chin.
"You don't have to," Ethan insisted just as equally. He knew he was sounding desperate – almost too desperate, but he couldn't stomach losing Danny after eight hours of losing his brother.
"I have to," He repeated. "You can't stay here."
"I can't," Ethan agreed, burrowing his head in the crook of Danny's neck as he re-memorized his scent.
"I know you can't stay here," Danny replied as the tip of Ethan's nose trailed along the length of his neck. "I understand why you can't."
"I can't," Ethan repeated, breathing against the sensitive skin of Danny's neck. "I can't lose you, too."
Danny moved backwards from Ethan, creating a space between them to be able to frame his face in his hands.
"You're not losing me," Danny replied convincingly, looking down into Ethan's eyes.
"It feels like I am," Ethan said.
"You are not losing me, Ethan," He repeated. "I just can't be the reason you stay here. I can't be the reason you're reminded of – of everything."
"You're doing this for me," Ethan realized, pushing aside Danny's green shirt to touch his bare skin.
"For you," Danny replied as Ethan's hands held his waist. "Because I'm in love with you."
"I'm not gonna be happy about this," Ethan swore to Danny as the human's hands mimicked Ethan's, pushing aside Ethan's blue shirt and holding his waist.
"I know," Danny replied, leaning down to kiss Ethan's forehead.
"I'm not happy about this," Ethan said, kissing Danny's cheek.
"I know," He repeated. "Close your eyes."
Danny gazed at Ethan until he closed his eyes, leaning down to press his lips against Ethan's once he did. They kissed like they kissed for the first time - in the bathroom at school as Danny helped clean the blood off of Ethan's face after the pseudo fight with Isaac: soft, unsure, and close-mouthed at first until Danny leaned into Ethan, wanting more.
"Keep your eyes closed," Danny instructed. He didn't want to leave; he just wanted to stay in the empty classroom with Ethan and keep kissing him, but he knew he couldn't. "Keep them closed, okay?"
"Okay," Ethan replied in a whisper. With all of his might, he willed himself not to reach for Danny and to convince him that he'd be just fine to stay in Beacon Hills and to not follow him as the sound of Danny's footsteps became quieter until they were non-existent.
"I love you, too," Ethan whispered to himself. "I am in love with you, too."
Maybe one day he'd be able to tell Danny.