Cold As You.

Alex shook his head 'no' and handed his father his mothers phone. "I-I found i-it on the f=floor this morning..."

Alex sighed.
"Do you have any clue where he went? Did he tell you anything before he left?"

"N-No...Critter said he went t-to go identify the b-body." Alex Jr choked on a sob. His voice cracked on the last word.

Alex simply nodded with a sigh. He had no clue what to do.
"C'mon Alex, lie down, I'm pretty sure your momma will be here when you wake up."

"N-No.........." Alex whimpered. He hated how his father didnt seem to give a damn.

"Alex, don't sit here and stress yourself out. Go to sleep for a while." Alex said softly.

"No damnit! You might not give a flying fuck about my momma but I do!" Alex Jr screamed at his father.

"Alex I give a billion fucks about your mother." Alex said calmly. "Just calm down."

"Your sure acting like it...." Alex shook his head and went back to his room. He wasn't mad he was just worried.

Alex followed his son.
"Honey, I'm upset. I just know I have to be strong in front of you. If I start bawling that is only going to make you more upset."

Alex Jr sighed. "You have a point but at least you look like you care about Momma." Alex Jr shrugged. "Tell me when momma comes home."

"I will." Alex nodded and walked out of the room, he sat on the couch with a perfect view of the door.

Five hours later Mike walked through the door. He put his keys and wallet on the table and plopped down on the couch opposite Alex.

"Where were you sweety?" Alex asked softly, he didn't want to upset his husband.

Mike shrugged and decided it was best Alex didn't know anything...he didn't feel like arguing with his husband. "I was at Critter's...he needed help making his daughter a bed I so helped."

"Mike... I know what happened. Alex told me." Alex said, still speaking in a gentle voice.

Mike didn't even glance at his husband. "Oh well then great." He said sarcastically. "I was identifying the body.....Then I went to Critter's to help with the bed."

Alex sighed, he knew his husband was in one of those moods. He didn't want comforted. He walked over and kissed the top of Mike's head.
"Come in if you want to lay with me." He said and with that he walked into their bedroom.

Mike turned over on the couch. He wasn't going in there until Alex was asleep. Mike waited another three hours before getting up and making his way into their room. Mike stripped of his clothes, usually he would put on one of Alex T-shirts but he didn't know if he was welcome to anymore so he just put on one of his old one's and left his boxers own and crawled into bed. Mike waited another thirty minuted before he slowly cuddled up to Alex, his ear against Alex chest so he could hear his heart beating. five minutes later the tears started to fall, another five and his whole body was quaking with sobs.

Alex was a very heavy sleeper but he automatically knew when something was wrong with his husband. They were just connected like that. His eyes shot open and he held his lover tight.

Mike had thought Alex would stay asleep. He quickly wiped his eyes and turned away, the sudden cold of being away from Alex bothered him.

"Baby, since when don't you cry in front of me. Why is it so horrible to let me comfort you?"

"Since I cry to fucking much. I know I do, I promised myself I would stop, especially in front of you." Mike paused. "And I don't deserve your comfort."

"Baby, it's okay to cry a lot. I hate it when you cry, but it shows me you're sensitive and theres nothing wrong with that."

"Alex, your the one who gets annoyed with me for it, you even said it....I fucking cry at the drop of a hat, every fucking thing is my fault. If I wasn't so damn fucked up we would be fine."