A sob broke through Arathiel chest, uncontrolled and jagged. Tears began to stream down his face, blurring his vision of the man he loved. "Why are you doing this? Please, tell me what I did wrong," he asked, his voice cracking as he lost all composure.
The Lord's face registered a flash of genuine shock at the intensity of the breakdown. He moved back into the center of the bed, reaching out for the trembling man. "Come here," he commanded softly. Arathiel didn't hesitate, throwing himself into the Lord's embrace and burying his face in his chest, his sobs turning into wet, muffled gasps.
