Broken Boulder the end should be a good one

He wants to comfort Zamael, but then he brings up Delight and the words tear at him for some reason — Delight is sick, he wants to remind him, Delight is fragile, he's just lost Queenie, and maybe he can't handle me either. But he can't.
He tenses as his brother embraces him, but he can't move. The touch hurts — it burns like fire, but when he feels Zamael bury his face in his fur he melts into the embrace. A moment later, he feels himself shatter. He can't stop the tears now, burying his own face in his brother's thick grey fur, but he's still quiet. All he can do is listen. He wants to believe him — more than he's ever wanted anything, he thinks. It sounds so beautiful; it sounds perfect. If he could believe that Zamael would always come back to him, it would be perfect.
But he's leaving, and it's hard to see anything past that — the fact that he needs to get away from him so badly. Some part of him knows that in time, it may be different; so he soaks in the embrace, and eventually the words to respond find him. I love you, He murmurs into his fur — and if this is to be the last time, he must know how much. More than I've ever known how to show. More than anything else.