Raa was silent for a long, long time. He had two choices laid out in front of him, each road no less murderously frightening than the other, like the haunted fork in a fairy tale. On one path, he could call Marcus a liar and watch him walk away. Squirrel himself into a safe little hidey hole he never knew before that he needed.
Life without Marcus. Repulsive and impossible.
On the other... He was well aware that no one in his life held such power over him as Marcus did, but he never before now knew to what extent that power went. It was terrifying. Raa, the neat freak. Raa, the organizational guru. Everything in order, nothing out of place, everything completely in his control. There was only one point of true chaos in his life, and that was Marcus, and he yearned for that chaos with every fiber of his being.
"Do you know what I thought?" Raa asked finally, words level as he looked over the dead winter lawn. "I thought you'd found someone new. Someone better. And how could I fight what made you happy? And all this because of a stupid jacket?"
He sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose, eyes burning furiously. "I don't care about the stupid jacket, Marcus. I would have been mad at you if you hadn't stopped and let her wear it." He slid over, pulling a hand out of his pocket to put around Marcus' shoulder, pressing a kiss to his temple. Somehow, the pain that came with that action hurt far more than anything else did. "I care about you, you dork."
"If he asks me what day of the week it is, I'll be sorely tempted to answer 'orange'." ~Chang WuFei,