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And Billy is holding him so tight, tight enough that he can feel the bruises shaped like finger tips forming on his hips, so tight that crescent moon nails cut into his skin and bleed, so fucking tight,
And Billy’s face is pressed against his stomach as he stands in front of him sitting on the bed, and he’s crying, the tears seep into his sweater and are warm against his skin, and Billy is crying so fucking hard,
And he’s holding Steve so tight, like he might fade away, might leave him, and Steve needs Billy to know that he’d never leave him, would never even think about it, but Billy won’t let go of him, just keeps squeezing him and sobbing into his tummy,
And, and, Steve is mad, so mad, Billy deserves more than this, more than a father that yells and hits and fights, more than a mother that left, more than a world that keeps kicking him when he’s down, Billy deserves better,
And, so, Steve lets Billy hold him tight, lets his nails cut into him, let’s him sob, let’s Billy cling to him like a life raft in the middle of the ocean, because Billy needs to know that Steve isn’t going anywhere, and,
“I got you, Blue. I got you,”