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Scott never cried.

As a twenty-seven-year-old man, he had never shed a tear.

His mother always taught him to be strong, she told him that sobbing is for girls. She helped him to face problems, she did her best to keep him happy and healthy... Bought him toys as a child, got his back as he grew up.

His father gave him hugs and kisses, he convinced him at a young age that monsters don't exist, that there's only air and dust under the boy's bed. Like this, his son wouldn't have troubles to sleep, and avoid having nightmares.

He grew up like that, made many friends and got a girlfriend once. When they broke up after five months, Scott didn't cry. He told himself that maybe she wasn't the one, that breaking up was better than forcing one to be in a relationship. He eventually forgot about her, after a year or two. He just kept on living his life, solving his troubles with the help of his parents.

He was convinced real men couldn't cry.

Until he met William.

The complete opposite of him.

As soon as he saw him the first time, he noticed the pain in his sparkling eyes. A reddish color taking over the skin around his silver eyes, exposing his habit to cry and overthink whenever something is wrong.

He thought nothing of it first.

But then, he caught William crying in the bathroom, when the fireworks of New Year Eve started. When he asked him why he was crying, the brunette answered that fireworks always made him emotional, for some reason. It was quite surprising to the young man. He always associated tears with being weak, yet William was crying for nothing, though he always stood up for his friends and family. He fought sometimes, in order to protect his loved ones.

Scott's father always told his son that defending the people you love is an amazing strength. He was conflicted about that for a whole week.

" Scott ? "

William seemed to cry a lot, himself joking about being a big crybaby. Scott found himself telling his coworker that it's okay to cry. That's not what his mother taught him, though.

But there was something about William, his sensitivity, it was attractive.

The way he giggled while crying in order to reassure everyone, his own method to tell them that everything is alright. The way he cried silently when stressed or hurt, not producing a single sound, not even with his throat. His tears just rolled down his face, and sometimes, they slid on his lip, then in his mouth. When that happened, he just smiled softly.

And the way he looked alive when crying, so full of emotions. A heart that was too big for his body, eyes shimmering when Will was too happy, sad, tired or stressed.

Scott loved it.

Working with the brunette every day made him appreciate everything about him, so much that he fell in love. It was stronger than it ever was before, a burning feeling in his chest whenever the clock would hit six in the morning, meaning it would be time for the night guards to leave.

He dreamed about William twice, and immediately noted them on a paper, just so he could read it when feeling down.

He felt the need to protect the brunette, just like his own parents protected him. Whenever William was crying, Scott wanted to hug him very tightly. He wanted to let him know that whatever could happen, he would be here.

It felt so good when William jokingly hugged him. His body was warm, and he wrapped his arms perfectly around Scott's waist, hugging him from behind. Without thinking, Scott did grab his crush's wrists. But he rapidly let go, reluctantly.

He kept these feelings inside his chest for so long, that he could feel his heart become heavy, full of hidden emotions and dreams. Sometimes it was painful, and he almost cried. But when Will was there, the pain seemed to disappear, replaced by a haze, fogging his brain and causing him to stop thinking properly.

Just how many times did he catch himself staring at the brunette, how many times did he stop himself from grabbing the man's hand, one second away from disaster.

William was his world, his pain when he was alone and his comfort when they were together.

" Hey, can you hear me ? "

Came the day when William confessed. When the words came out of the brunette's mouth, Scott could do nothing but to stare into his gray eyes, searching for a proof that he wasn't dreaming. The sound of the ocean was so far away, the cold wind suddenly stopped making him shiver. His skin felt so warm as he touched William's cheek. The man smiled cutely, causing the pain in Scott's chest to dissipate. His dreams came out to become reality.

His eyes were filled with tears, but he didn't let them stream down his cheeks, he kept them at their place.

Then, the warmth spread on his lips as they shared a long, soft kiss filled with love. William's chin was wet from all the tears. Scott then finally did it, he took the brunette in his arms.

" Hey... "

Snapping out of his daydreams, Scott sighs shakily and turns his head to face his lover. William grins and pecks his nose, so gently it feels like a feather landed on his skin.

" Scott... " He whispers, wiping something off the man's cheek. " You're crying. "