"No, everything is fine, baby." He lied again, knowing she was concerned but not wanting to feul her concern

Morgan pouted at him, but gave a slow nod after a moment. She figured something wasn't quite right... if he didn't want to tell her, that was fine, but she was still worrying for him just like she always did. "Okay... ok. Get some rest, yeah? We have to head into school tomorrow. We ditched on or first day back, remember," she mused softly.

"Yeah...." He said, thinking and curling into a ball while facing away from her

When he faced away from her, she couldn't help the slight frown that crossed her face. She settled down behind him, moving to wrap an arm softly over his side.

He touched her arm with his fingertips before retreating into a ball and crossing his arms. He caused her unnecassary pain and worry. He hated himself for it. "You're useless!" "Worthless" "Asshole!" His parents' voices echoed in his mind as he lay there and tears silently streamed down his face. "I'm so sorry, Morgan." He said, nearly a mere breath

Morgan settled down next to him, giving him a little squeeze as she felt his fingertips on her arm. She rested her head on his back, slowly drifting in and out of sleep. She didn't know what was going on with him, but it was exhausting to try and be up beat for someone - to try and love someone - who never quite seemed happy. She knew it wasn't his fualt, but she also knew she could help if he could just... tell her. She knew his parents bothered him, but was there anything else? She didn't know. When he heard him speak, though, she furrowed her brows softly. "What?" She asked quietly

"I'm so....so sorry." He said painfully, trying to but failing to stop the tears

Morgan's brows pinched harder together, and she sort of craned her neck around to look at him. She panicked when she saw him crying, and moved to quickly wipe his cheeks with her thumb. "Hey, hey, it's okay," she whispered, keeping a hand gently on his cheek from where she was sort of hovering over him. "What's wrong? Can I help? Why are you sorry?" She asked softly.

"I put you through so much and you don't deserve it. I'm a fucking mess you'll never fully fix and it's just the cold, hard truth. I'm not good enough for you. I never have been and I never will be. I love you so much but.....I'm not worth it."

Morgan looked down at him, and shook her head slightly. She found his hand and gave it a soft squeeze. "No, Caleb, that's not true," she started quietly. "You're worth it. You are so worth it, or I would have left ages ago. You know I love you," she whispered, running her thumb softly over the back of his thumb. She was trying to be comforting. She didn't know what was going on, but clearly something was pressing down on him. Why didn't he think he was good enough? Had she not paid him enough attention? Maybe. She'd fix that. She blew out a gentle breath after a moment, though. "And I don't want to fix you. I want to love you until you're sick of being loved - but you're not a mess, and you don't need to be fixed," she sighed. "You just need time, yeah?"