He looks to Ryrie in shock and panic. āYou were shot? How? Where? Why?ā His hands were feather light as he held onto his hands. āBabe.. You should have told me, you should be resting.ā He looked with wide eyes to him at his last statement. āI..I love you too Ryrie.ā
"I was stopping some dealers," his eyes start to fill with tears. "Iām fine, just hit my shoulder and itās healing. Itās not the first time and definitely not the last." He buries his head into Brandonās shoulder. "Iām sorry, I donāt want you to worry. You know how this gig goes, risks have to be taken." He stifles a sniffle as tears start to stream down his face. "Itās been so long since Iāve felt like this. I am so sorry that came out. You donāt have to say it back if you donāt feel it."
"Shhh" He hushed, pulling him close, being mindful of his wound, comforting him as he cried. "I wouldn't say it if I didn't mean it babe.. I love you." He tilted up his chin, kissing him lovingly.













