Johns pov
Somebody knocked on the door and I instantly knew it was Dave.
I ran to the door and opened it, hugging him and letting him cry into me.
Leading him into my kitchen he looked really tired so I took his luggage and pointed to a bottle of aj on the counter.
He sniffles and grabbed the bottle following me upstairs to my room.
Soon after I set the luggage down and I help him get undressed and all and help him out on clothes. I get him a toothbrush and toothpaste and tell him to brush his teeth.
He seemed so... Out of it. His eyes were glazed over with an intense look of sadness, and his movements were all... Slow and almost robot like.
Soon after he finished and I had already changed into my stuff. I tapped on the bed next to me and he got in sniffling.
I wrapped my arms around him and pulled the covers over us.
Gosh, this was depressing as hell.
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Mmmmmmn and alrighty I'm finished,,,, hope you guys liked this one? Thanks for reading. B)
