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Started June 25, 2019 by Deleted user

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Marco tensed and backed away a little when he came in, needing every bit of willpower available to not hide again.

“I just want to talk, can you change back please?” He asked. “I mean you must be hungry, my stomach’s hurting. I ate today too.”

Marco didn't need to be reminded of how hungry he was, but he also needed to kno the other would back off and slow down. Otherwise he might end up locked in the other's bathroom having a panic attack.

“Come on please? I promise I’ll slow down!” He clapped his hands together and closed his eyes. “Please?”

Marco was still uncertain, but didn't back away. Yet.

He groaned and laid on the bed. “It’s no use. You don’t trust me do you? You won’t even talk to me. Should I write something? That’s how we’ve been communicating right?”

Marco shifted back a moment later, tense as he pulled his knees to his chest. "I've been on the streets for 6 years now. You should have an idea of what it's like for shifters out there…" he voice was quiet, "Then add in racism." he gestured to his darker skin, "And homophobia.." he looked down to the floor again, "Is it any wonder I don't trust you?" he asked. "I… I want to trust you Levi… I do… I really really do… but.. I.. I need you to understand that I can't…. not yet…"

"No, no, I get it. As of right now I'm basically another stranger. I want you to know, that everything I told you about my life is real. I want you to know that I'm going to take very good care of you and treat how you want me to treat you. If that means I have to stay away from you, then I'll respect that…" he sighed. and planted his face in the blankets.

"I.. I may not have told you everything when I wrote to you, but I never lied either… so…" he pressed himself back a little, feeling more uncomfortable.

"Well, whatever you didn't tell me, you must of had your reasons…" He said quietly eating one of the crackers. "Are you sure you don't want anything to eat?"

Marco didn't answer, instead simply shifting again, first into a cat, hopping up onto the bed hesitantly, then into a raccoon, his body much thinner than a raccoon's should be.

He didn't grab or pet him, he just sat there wishing he could. He played with his short hair and watched his finger.

Marco seemed to relax a little when the other didn't grab this time, carefully reaching out for a cracker and nibbling on it.

"It's okay, you can have as much as you like," he sighed and rubbed his shoulders.

Marco tensed a little, but made no sound of argument, backing away a little with the cracker.

“How come you lied about eating. I get that you were homeless, but you could have told me that you didn’t eat.” Levi knew he wouldn’t answer.

Marco shifted back a moment later to answer, "I didn't want you to worry…." he said quietly, "You already worried enough with the beatings…."

“Well, it my job to worry about because I love you and he’ll I haven’t even met you. Every time I write to you I have this big grin on my face. I think about all the time. I even dream about you. Kissing you, loving you, and being there for you. I just…I love you okay?” Levi played with his hands.

"You don't know me.. and.. and you have school… and a future… I.. I didn't wanna be the reason you missed out….."

Levi took Marco’s hands. “You would never be the reason, ever. You are my future okay? I don’t care how many times I have to say it before you get it. I care about you. I want to always care about you.”

Marco nodded a little, not sure whether he should feel relieved, or more guilty than before.

“Do you want anything else to eat?” He removed his hands from Marco’s and looked around.

"I.." he took a breath then sighed, "Yes please…" he said softly.

“I’ll go make something. You can wait here or come downstairs if you want.” Levi got off the bed and made his way downstairs.

Marco hesitated a moment, before shifting back into a cat and darting after him.

He smiled seeing little paws chase after him. Levi got some ingredients together and started to cook.

Marco stopped just outside the kitchen, peeking in shyly, before scooting himself under the table.

“You can sit on the table or the counter if you want. No reason to stay under the table,” he moved the vegetables around in the pan.

Marco shook his head a little, not willing to do so..

“If you say so,” he shook his head wafting the smell of the food. “Smells good!” He grinned.