"Why do you have to do it?!" demanded Rein. He clutched one of Day's shirts in his hands, his knuckles white. "Can't your dad handle it? He's the King, after all; isnt that part of his job?!"

Damien shook his head, trying not to look at his boyfriend. "Its not just his job."
"You told me you weren't going to cover for him again, remember?" asked Rein, panic obvious in his voice. "You almost died the last time."

"I'm just like my dad, Rein." Day buckled his belt, then pulled on his duster. Void energy crackled around him. "Death doesn't take."
"That's no fucking excuse, damn it!" Rein came up off the bed, wrapping his slender arms around the man he'd found so much happiness with. "I cleaned the blood off you last time, my love. I saw the scars, the old and the new. I hate that this is your life. Stay with me."
Day paused, letting out a slow breath. He leaned down, catching Rein's lips with his own. For a moment, they stood like that, reveling in each other's presence. Rein whispered into their kiss. "Please, Day; stay here this time. Let the world fend for itself."
Day froze.

Rein blinked away tears as his lover stepped back.

"I can't." Day looked away. "You know I can't."

"I know. I just..." Rein sat down on the edge of the bed. Damien turned to leave.

"I love you, Day," said the young man, voice about to break.
"I love you, and I'll be here to fix you when you come home. I promise."

Day smiled, wryly. "I love you too, Rein. No matter what, I'll come home. I promise."

Rein sat on the bed for a long time.

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