“Okay,” Evan says. He leans over to close the MacBook, but never takes his eyes off of Tommy, then lifts his hands in surrender. “Okay. Okay?”
Tommy doesn’t speak, and Evan’s almost afraid to do anything else, but it also feels like being shredded from the inside out just to watch him be this upset.
“Can I comfort you, please,” Evan rasps, unable to stop the tears in his own eyes, because he’s done this. He’s upset Tommy this way. He’s put him back in that place, when that was the last thing he wanted.
Tommy doesn’t tell him no, though. Evan’s fingers tremble as he lifts his hand to rest on Tommy’s chest, up over his collarbone, the side of his neck, and then coming to rest in the hollow of his cheek. Tommy’s face gives little twitches as the tears start to run in a mix of pain and rage.
He’s scared to do anymore—almost half-convinced Tommy might hit him for what he’s set off in the other man. That is, until Tommy’s chest caves with the wrack of a silent sob and a wave of tears rush down his cheeks, and then Evan can’t not do anything. He launches into Tommy, pulling his boyfriend so tightly into him that he can feel Tommy’s heart pounding through the layers of his own t-shirt and hoodie.
Tommy fists the back of Evan’s hoodie, and then the sobs aren’t silent anymore, and Evan can’t stop the tears from running down his own face, knowing he’s the one that’s caused this reaction.
“Okay, okay,” he chokes out, rocking them back and forth gently as Tommy buries his face in the fabric of the hood on Evan’s sweater. “I’m sorry, baby. I’m so sorry. Never mind. Okay? Never mind.”