Kade sat on the bathroom counter, Ren between his legs, kades hands rested on his hips, as his legs curled up slightly around Ren, the city’s glow bleeding in through the cracked window, his knuckles scraped and sore. The adrenaline had long since worn off, leaving behind a dull ache in his ribs and a familiar knot in his throat. Ren's hands were warm against his face, his touch careful, his eyes sharp. Kade hated being seen like this — the bruises, the exhaustion, the cracks in his armor — but somehow, with Ren, it didn’t feel like weakness. It felt like breathing. ** Ren winced "ow-" he tried pulling his head away