Ajay didn't even feel like trying to stop crying right now. He was drained and worn out from the emotional crisis the day before, climaxing with a trip to the hospital where he had been put through the ringer. It was why his parents got him straight into bed once they got home, because the doctor gave strict orders for him to bed rest and try to eat something once he felt a little better. They had also given him the dreaded charcoal treatment, so his stomach was going to be upset for a couple of days. He had wished he was back in New York with Lachlan as his doctor, which said a lot considering escaping New York had been at the forefront of the breakdown. "Will you lie down with me?" he asked because Billy was warm, he was tender, and he smelled of the cologne he wore that Ajay's brain identified with comfort these days.

"I'm sorry I scared you. You look so tired and I can't believe you came all this way to make sure I was okay. I... you just blow my mind. So much that I struggle to wrap my head around the fact you want me like this. Let alone need me." His head was tucked in against Billy's and he was content to just stay that way because he needed it. "Are you really sure you don't want to just cut your losses? I just... um... I promise not to run away from you again? Even if it feels like I should be running away from everything. I-I don't want to scare you or push you to looking like this. Like you haven't slept in days."