"For some goddamn unknown reason, I needed to watch you. That was not going away, no matter what I did. It didn't go away when I tired myself out, when I try to focus on making the first year any fucking shit that I could try to get my mind of you. I needed to watch you."
Needed. The word felt more than what it meant. Something that he depended on extremely to make sure that he lived to see another day. It was as much of a basic need as it was to breathe in air.
Why?
Killian could not let him get out of his side, and when he did he used cameras to keep an eye on him, constantly. That bit was not going away.
"Do you love me?" Brandon asked hesitantly, trying to get somewhere. The question was bizarre in itself, and he felt an idiot saying that out loud, but the words had already slipped out before he could realise how stupid he must have looked.
