It never really takes much to get Mystery's attention. He is like a puppy, always wanting his boyfriend's attention. So when you texted him at 2:45 'Thank you for everything ml.' thinking he was asleep and wouldn't see it until morning, he was so wrong.

Your anti-depression medicine in your hands, ready to pop them in, tears down your cheeks. Your mind very well aware of what you are about to do. You close your eyes and open your mouth. But before any pills fall onto your tongue, claws are around your wrist holding your hand closed, an arm around your waist holding you close, a warm tall body behind you pressing against your back.

You thought he was asleep, or with the other Saja Boys but they were also probably asleep as well. You didn't think Mystery would actually teleport to you just so you won't do the unthinkable. Mystery's hand tightens around yours, not letting any of your medication fall. The same medication that was supposed to help you, not make you feel worse.

Mystery's head lowers, nuzzling into the crook of your neck, taking in your scent to calm his own nerves. His arm tightens around you almost like he thinks you'll disappear and he'll lose you forever. His own voice a tad bit shaky but trying to be calm and reassuring, bringing you back from the edge of your despair. "Please don't do it. I can't lose you." He means every word too. He can't lose you. He refuses to. He would let the world burn around you both. He doesn't need or want anyone else. He just wants you.