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“M-Martin! Please don’t go!” Otto gasped, seizing the secretary’s sleeve, pulling him back, having the stockier man fall into him, trapped when the taller blonde wrapped his arms around him, and the shorter of the two could feel the other being tremble, his breath quivering.

“Otto?” He asked quietly, breaking from his grasp, only making the man begin to whimper, fearing Martin will leave, but was surprised when his shaking hands were carefully held in the secretary’s gloved ones, locking eyes with the other, who tightened his grip slightly, asking, “Why are you acting like this?”

Otto felt himself tear up, spilling everything: his childhood loses, watching close friends through his teen years betray him, seeing soldiers he’d come to love die, and finally, his own parents death, and by the time he had finished, his cheeks were damp with tears, explaining how he couldn’t handle loss again, and Martin sighed, embracing the younger man, reassuring in a soothing voice, “I won’t leave you, I won’t harm you, I won’t break you”