"I'm not strong, Andrew, I've never been strong." Danial cocked his head to the side, the gentle breeze of the night brushing pass his face. "Stop telling me what I'm not." He said, his fingers brushing against each other as he rested his hands on the balcony. He heard Andrew's footsteps closing in on him, feeling his gentle arms wrap around his stomach.
Tears formed and threatened to fall on his face, Andrew's chin resting harmlessly on Danial's shoulder. "Danial, I think you misunderstood my definition of 'strong'," Andrew whispered, planting a gentle kiss on Danial's neck. "You're strong because you acknowledged your weaknesses, because your dark past haunts you," He says, a hand turning Danial's face to his. Andrew stared into the half-angel's soulful cobalt blue eyes, tears had already slid off his cheeks. "You're strong because you're broken and yet here you are, with me, alive, warm and breathing."
"That's strength, that's willpower," Andrew continued, watching Andrew's emotion shift within his beautiful eyes, his eyebrows closing together in a frown. "And that is why, you're precious to me."
A sniffle and another tear, Danial's face grew red. "I-I'm-" He stuttered, his voice barely audible as he sobbed. Andrew merely allowed a warm smile to plaster his face, his hand making way behind Danial's soft flowing hair. He bought his head upon his shoulder, feeling Danial's forehead pressing onto it as he wrapped his arms around him, wanting to protect him, to give him warmth.
Danial may be a warrior in the midst of battle, but with Andrew, alone on Charlie's balcony, he was human. A being of intense emotional conduct and the love of his life. Vulnerable and beautiful was all he was when in the protective embrace of Andrew's arms. "Thank you," Danial muttered under his breath, his hands gripping onto the dark shirt Andrew wore. "No problem, Daniel." Andrew responds, lifting Danial's chin before placing a soft, tender kiss on his lips. "Never call yourself weak again."