Summary
AU. Stackson."Come on. You've got to be used to your face by now, right? It's nothing to cry over." He jeered. I wasn't in the mood for it. "Can you just shut up and stop being yourself for two seconds?" I snapped. "Tell me what's wrong and I'll stop." "My mom, she died today, when I was kid." I breathed. "Come on. Get out." He told me. "Why?" "Because I'm getting you out of here."