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(This is the very short conclusion to Break-In. Mostly to wrap up the story, not much action, just a little dialogue and puke.)

Hector woke up on a hospital bed to a deep pain in his gut. He looked around the room and saw Jonas sitting on a chair, clasping his own stomach, facing away. The white tank top he was wearing was thin enough to show the outline of his nipples and the healing bruise on the center of his gut. A groan or two from Hector alerted him and he immediately hugged him.

"Careful. I feel a little queasy." He turned his head and started convulsing. Jonas hurriedly grabbed the nearby trashcan and put it under his mouth, allowing him to hurl into it. A couple streams of red-tinted puke that he originally kept down were free from his stomach. Jonas wiped his mouth off with a napkin, making him smile.

"It's so good to see you again."

"Hector..." Jonas started tearing up. "I love you, and not just as a friend. I love you completely. When you were gone, I thought I'd never see you again, that I'd never get a chance to tell you how I feel. I was a coward. I am a coward. I'm so fucking scared, I could barely leave the house to come see you. And you always tell me that I'm supposed to be self-sufficient, that I'm supposed to be okay by myself, but I'm not. I hate it here. I hate this world. It's so cold and cruel and terrifying, but not you. Everything is okay as long as I have you."

Hector began crying as well. "I definitely didn't expect you to say it out loud." He laughed. "But I knew you love me. And I knew I do, too. And you're not a coward. You came here to see me, and you told me this."

"It took you literally getting kidnapped."

"But you still did it." Hector coughed to the side. "And I know you're scared. And I know I'm gonna be scared as soon as my body realizes I got kidnapped by a sadist with a belly fixation." He laughed again. "But I know neither one of us is a fucking coward. We'll do whatever it takes. And we'll see the sun again."

Jonas leaned over to kiss him. They could both taste the bile, but it wasn't enough to bring them apart until they were satisfied. It was their first kiss, and every bodily fluid in the world wasn't going to ruin it. When they finally parted lips, they both felt much better, physically and mentally.

"So what's my prognosis? Please tell me I'm not dying."

Jonas laughed. "You'll be fine. You actually fared better than me. Just don't eat solid foods for a while."

Hector sighed. "I want to go home."

"You'll be getting discharged soon. Then we can both go home, and be scared together."

"Together. I like that."