"Kalin, look at me." Derek says in a sad tone, "I lost my temper like a fucking asshole and probably scared the shit out you. You deserve to be happy and be with someone who you wont be afraid of." He looks down at his hands and sighs.
Kalin frowns, “an everyone looses their temper, Derek. It’s not like you did it over something stupid, you were being protective of me. Yes, O don’t like it when people fight, but it’s not going to make me not like you unless it becomes a habit.”
Derek sniffles and takes a deep breath as he opens and closes his hands a couple times. He had wanted thing to be peaceful between him and Kalin. "I'm sorry...."
Derek slowly wraps his arms around Kalin's waist and holds him close. His arms were still shaking slightly as he held the other, fearing that Kalin would still leave him.
Kalin looks at him, “I know.” He grins, poking his shoulder. He seemed real actively unscathed, besides the soft worry in his gaze, he was still teasing and chipper.
Derek hand gently caressed up Kalin's side and towards his back. "Well....at least we don't have to worry about my father doing anything to you're reputation." He murmured softly, more telling himself instead of Kalin.
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