Everything would make sense when he explained things further. But he didn't know how or what to say. What if Mel took it the wrong way or felt disgusted by him? or what if he went round and spoke to his parents. His dad would go mad and he didn't want to face his father when he was in a mood. He'd grown too tired to react to someone if they shouted at him now. Before he'd have shot something back at them and defended his corner, but now he just averted his eyes and sunk into his cocoon. He couldn't speak. The look that took hold of Mel's face made him crack and the moment the smaller male moved from the chair to kneel in front of him made the tears fall down his cheeks. He turned to face him and willingly placed his arms around Mel's neck. Managing to rest his head on his own arm so he didn't sog up the mans work clothes.<br/><br/>Caden wasn't loud when he cried, the only give away was the shaky breaths and light sniffing that came from him. His arms tightened around Mel as he soaked up the warmth of his embrace. It had been well over a month since anyone had given him any kind of affection. God the last person to hug him was probably Chris... But then Mel started playing with his hair and for a small second, Caden wasn't sure what to do. His breathing and everything just paused, but he found himself relaxing and leaning slightly into the males touch. Was he broken? He knew his reactions were bound to cause suspicion. But Mel had it all wrong. He'd give away everyhing he ha to be normal, he just wanted a family. Somewhere to belong... That was why he'd started sleeping around with so many people. The comments made him shake his head a little. "That isn't it" he said still quietly. "They want to make me a 'man' for the company image and they found out about my antics and gave me 'mannerism training' to make me behave better" he couldn't say the next part and felt like kicking himself as his voice cracked slightly.<br/><br/>Mel pressed his cheek against his hair and it gave him the little boost of confidence that he needed. "They want me to marry a girl..." He knew what Mel promised was true. Nothing would leave thjs room, but he didn't want to move and sit in the office, he didn't have the energy to stand right now, he just felt like a hollow shell. "Please, you can't say anything to them. This is my thing... I feel bad for unwinding on you like this. I came back to apologise and I feel like I've just planted another bomb on you". But Mel had just offered him to stay... Did that just happen? A small frown set on his face as his wild brain tried to process the words he'd just heard. Did the older male really want him hanging around? No... It was just sympathy wasn't it - or that's what his brain told him.<br/><br/>But when Mel drew back and made their eyes lock with each others, he felt a little relief escape him. "Techo... I own a company called Techo" he said wiping his eyes with the palm of his hands. A little sniff escaped him as he tried to calm down again. "When my parents died they handed the company over to me on my Eighteenth brithday, but I had to be ready for it. When I hit Eighteen my adopted parents changed and started trying to mold me into the 'perfect' son, so like any kid I rebelled and shit hit the fan" he said averting his eyes again. "Everything was fine until they found out I was sleeping with people, that's when dad banned me from going outside.  He thinks if I marry it'll make me loyally bound to the female, but I don't know what to do" he said placing one hand over his stomach. All his cards were now out on the table. He'd told Mel mostly everything there was to know and it made him feel sick. Completely sick.<br/><br/>Now all he could do was wait for the male's reaction. He just hoped he didn't explode or ask about what went on behind the closed doors of the home. "Escaping for awhile would be nice... But I can't risk it. This place is my only safe place and if I can't see you guys I won't have anything left that's real". It sounded stupid and pathetic to say allowed, but he needed the BlackBird cafe. If he lost it, that would be the final straw.