to be loved and to be needed

“Please don’t go,” he whispers—words softer than himself—and swallows down a sob.

He doesn’t know what pathetic thing he’ll say otherwise. You’re all I have and I need you with me, else I break down and cry comes close, probably. But he doesn’t want to cry anymore tonight, not when he’s been dreaming of this for all the past days.

“I won’t,” Albedo says in a hushed promise, pressing close to the crown of Kaeya’s head. “Never.”

or: some nights, kaeya is only good at overthinking.