Sarah held him even closer, letting him cry. She kissed the top on his head. “Techie, it’s going to be ok.” She rubbed his back and rocked him back and forth, “I love you. I love you so much. I love you even more everyday day.” She titled his head up to look into her eyes. “I’ll never leave you, I promise.”

“You’re so g-good to me, and I don’t fucking deserve it!” He leaned against her chest and took deep, steadying breaths, the worst of the waterworks subsiding. There was nothing he wouldn’t do for Sarah, but she was like a pure angel; and most days Techie felt like a disgusting gutter slug. 

What if he contaminated her?

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