David has always prided himself in his ability to read his boyfriend; he knows Wes like the back of his hand. That's how he could tell his boyfriend was upset the moment he walked into the apartment they share. The smaller boy greets him with a faint smile but nothing else. Wes sits on the couch, legs drawn close to his chest. He's trying to bring the attention away from himself, David realizes.
He places his books to the side and seats himself on the couch. David's mindful to give Wes space, close enough for his presence to be comforting but far away that Wes doesn't feel uncomfortable. The smaller boy doesn't look away from the television, but David can tell that he's lost in his own thoughts.
"Wes?" he says, mindful to keep his tone light. "Is there something wrong, love?"
"….Nothing's wrong," Wes replies quietly.
David reaches out to stroke Wes' cheek affectionately with the back of his hand, smiling softly when his boyfriend leans into the touch. The redness of Wes' eyes gives away that he's been crying, not to mention the soft hiccups that escape the smaller boy's lips every now and then.
"You've been crying," David points out. "I know something happened, Wes, so don't bother making something up."
He can see the effect of his words, so he's prepared when Wes hurls himself into David's arms. Slender arms wrap themselves around his neck, small hands fisting David's t-shirt with a childlike urgency. Wes buries his face in the crook of his boyfriend's neck, muffling his sobs.
"Shhhhhh," David soothes, stroking the smaller boy's back comfortingly. "It's okay, sweetheart. You're okay. Want to tell me what's wrong?"
Wes shakes his head, tears flowing freely down his cheeks (and David's neck). Whatever it was, it must have been bad to shake Wes this badly. David's always known that his boyfriend was emotionally fragile; Wes is the kind of person to bottle up his feelings until he's overwhelmed and can't hold them in any longer. He doesn't get upset very often, but he does, it hits him hard.
David knows better than to press Wes into telling him what's wrong; he'll find out sooner or later. Instead, he patiently waits until the sobbing subsides, quietly stroking his boyfriend's soft hair.
"H-Have you been on Facebook?" Wes asks, hiccuping as he rubs at his eyes. "It's all over Facebook."
"No, what's on Facebook?" David frowns, reaching into his pocket to pull out his phone.
He makes a sound not unlike a whimper and hides his face. The moment Wes' Facebook pulls up, David realizes just why his boyfriend's so upset.
Beck Cohen - Wesley Montgomery Homos like you are disgusting. Your boyfriend doesn't love you; he's just using you. Fucking faggots. Cynthia Vance - Wesley Montgomery Homosexuality's a sin. Queers like you should rot in Hell.
"Oh my God." David closes his eyes wearily, holding his boyfriend closer. It was only a matter of time before this happened. "You don't deserve this - nobody does."
He shifts so that Wes is situated between his legs, the back of the raven-haired boy's head resting on his shoulder. David wraps his arms securely around Wes' slender frame, pressing gentle kisses against the back of his neck. He can feel Wes relax in his arms, worn out from all of his crying.
"Wes, love?"
"Hmmm?"
"Don't listen to them; they're just trying to get you down. You're perfect. No matter what they say, I'm never going to stop loving you. I hope you know that."
"I know."
"I love you, Wes."
"Love you, too, David."