the world crumbles under me

He was silent, as his lover whispered and choked out the words. Blinking back tears as he came face-to-face with eyes that read only surrender. Ca... mmm, no. He whispered, his voice breaking. He didn't need to hear the words. It was clear what the request was.

Chip reached to cup the others face, shaking his head slowly. There's still t... time to fix it. Rough thumbs brushed along the other man's cheeks, and he shook his head again. It's not on the table. Not yet. But...

He exhaled quietly, blinking hard. Ignored the tears that trailed down his face. ...if it gets bad, I will. We're not there yet. No, they'd never be there if Chip was left to decide.

The words tasted foul, and he pulled the other to him, in a crushing hug. I love you, you know? You can't... give up. Not... not yet. He's pleading, because he's aware if his lover truly stopped fighting the possession, then it would take over.

And he didn't know if he'd be able to get Carasson back if that happened.