"I was worried, you know?" the normally lively teen said.

"Yeah, I know," Alex replied miserably.

Tom stood against the wall in Alex's room, watching the underage spy. His arms were crossed and his head was lowered, though he was still meeting Alex's eyes, always watching the other teen, always there for him.

"I hate when you go off on these stupid kamikaze missions, and come back expecting me to just forget about every second I spent, worrying about you, waiting for you to come back to me. It's like you don't give a shit about me anymore, Alex, you can't keep doing this to me, it's too damn painful", Tom accused.

"I'm sorry," the young spy replied helplessly, leaning against his desk. Tom was venting, that was all this was and Alex knew that. After the agent's 5th or 6th mission, Alex had learnt that venting was Tom's way of coping.

"You know, I would rather you break my heart, run off with some slut, than have you risk your life for those bastards. Because having to see you come back, a little more broken each time, is killing me," Tom whispered. It took a lot for him to open up like this, and it really only happened once Tom had made sure Alex was fine after one of MI6's escapades.

"What do you want me to say Tom? That I promise not to get hurt? That I promise to watch some innocent person lose their life, and be able to walk away from that, completely unchanged? I can't do that; I can't just stand by and watch people get hurt." Alex stated.

"I need you to tell me that you'll stop hurting yourself by leaving. I understand that you care Alex, it's one of your best traits, but please for the love of God, can't you just leave it to the SAS and MI6 guys to handle for a few years? At least until you've finished school? It's not that much to ask, is it?" Tom pleaded, now standing away from the wall, and unconsciously moving slowly towards Alex.

"I can't do that Tom," the blonde repeated.

They were close now and Alex reached out to Tom, closing the space between them. Tom now refused to meet Alex's eyes, knowing that the spy had once again won the argument. Tom reflected how it was funny, that Alex didn't even have to try, and he would have Tom wrapped around his little finger. Tom sighed deeply, and Alex lifted his chin, so that he could see his boyfriend's face.

"I love you, Tom. At the end of the day, that's all that matters. No matter what happens to me, no matter how broken I might become, I will always love you. I'm sorry, because I know how much I hurt you. Babe, I'm sorry and I love you," Alex professed, and got a small chuckle from his boyfriend for his efforts.

"I guess I love you too,"

"You guess?"

"I know I love you. Happy?"

"Almost," and seeing the quizzical look on Tom's face, Alex smiled and gently pressed his lips against Tom's. After an intense moment, Tom deepened the kiss and licked the bottom of Alex's lip, begging for entrance. Alex vaguely wondered how he could have possibly survived without this feeling, having Tom in his arms, and knowing that somehow, everything would be okay. After a moment they broke apart, and Alex continued, "Now, I'm happy."