I thought..

Kyle watched with wide eyes. He had expected it all to happen, everything vanishing within the space of a moment when he thought it meant something. When he thought it meant anything at all for the both of them. But of course, it was one-sided on both the listening and the talking. He thought..

Craig Tucker's arms fell around Tweek Tweak's body, pushing him against the wall and keeping their lips tight together. Kyle felt betrayed, used and... Nothing. He felt nothing and everything. He felt empty and hollow, hurt and.. just nothing. He thought..

Craig pulled away from Tweek, his eyes meeting Kyle's momentarily.

"I thought.." Kyle muttered, but shook his head and turned away. He clenched his hands into fists and walked out of the locker room. Fuck thinking, fuck Craig Tucker and fuck emotions that made anybody this weak.

He didn't have to deal with thinking, he didn't have to deal with hurting. He could be alone, and he could attempt happiness as it is.

"What eez wrong, Kyle? Your boyfriend dump you?"

Kyle looked up at the French boy leaning against the wall beside the locker room's door, a smirk on his lips and a cigarette between his fingers. His shovel was no where to be seen - which confused Kyle, because the boy was lost without it.

"He wasn't my boyfriend," Kyle retorted childishly, turning away from Christophe and folding his arms as the boy came into step with him, stopping him and wrapping an arm around his shoulder.

"You know, eet may 'urt now, but ven you come to realize eet, zere are more people een ze vorld zat give a sheet about you.. zat won't let you be alone or look like zis ever again," Christophe's breath brushed against Kyle's cheek. "I'm always 'ere, Kyle, even eef I'm not in person, I am a phone call away.. a car journey too.. okay?"

Kyle nodded slowly and curled against Christophe's one armed embrace, closing his eyes and feeling that little hit that he should. The one Craig had given him, and taken away for Tweek to have.

He thought....

Someone could care.