Greg didn’t say anything. He couldn’t. The guilt he felt brewed around, and he couldn’t take it out on Robert. Not again. He turned and walked away while Robert watched him, tears still flowing. “I’m so sorry I didn’t tell you, I didn’t want you to worry.” Greg didn’t know what to say, so he asked “When was the last time you cut?” Robert sighed. “About…6 hours ago?” Greg nodded, and for the first time, felt tears forming. No. You need to be strong, for Robert’s sake. Greg wanted to say something comforting, loving, but instead, he said, “I am going to punch that fucking douche in the dick for doing this to you.” Robert’s eyes widened as he squealed “NO! You can’t! I don’t want you two to fight over me!” Greg looked at him, but only formed a half smile. He was too upset to answer. He did want to kill James for what he did, but he didn’t want Robert to leave him. Robert smiled and embraced Greg. “Don’t worry, you don’t always have to fight my battles. I need to stick up for myself.”