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Maxwell took a deep breath as he grasped the door handle of his room.
He slightly opened the door to see Lars sitting on the edge of the bed, clutching the sheets.
He sauntered over and sat down, placing a hand on his lap.
Maxwell began tracing circles around Lars's thigh. He looked up at him, his face sunk as he watched tears roll down his cheek.
“Do you wanna talk about it?” he said hesitantly.
Lars shook his head, "What is there to talk about?" His voice shaking as he spoke, Maxwell sighed and leaned forward, gently kissing his cheek, the taste of salt touching his lips.
”You don't have to talk about it if you don’t want to love.” He pulled Lars onto his lap and held him by the waist. Maxwell brought his hands up to Lars's face, gently cupping it in his palms.” Look at me baby” he said softly.
Lars looked into his eyes, tears still streaming down his face and onto his shirt.” I'm sorry.”He said, his voice trembling. Maxwell sighed, resting his head on Lars.
"I promise I'm not mad at you for cutting again, promise” he said, as tears started forming in his eyes. He locked eyes with Lars and leaned in slowly to kiss him.
They locked lips, soft sounds slipping out as they kissed. Maxwell pulled Lars in closer, their bodies fully touching now. “I love you,” Maxwell mumbled, gripping onto Lars' face. He pushed him down onto the bed, getting lost in his taste.
He pulled away, admiring Lars underneath him."Sorry." He laughed softly. Lars smiled at him. "I don't mind. It makes me feel better."
He smiled, leaning up to kiss Maxwell again. "Thank you for caring." Maxwell smiled back. "Always."