"It's going to be okay. You're gonna be okay, my boy." - those were the words you whispered to him day after day, after that horrible incident when the brother of the dead sisters was put in a psychiatric recovery hospital. There wasn't a day when you didn't come to him to be with him in his time of need and to give him moral and also physical support.

This case had a bad effect on Josh, he couldn't cope. He couldn't handle it. You had nothing to do with it. You never took a step away from him from childhood to now. Hell, he owes you his life. And he'll certainly admit that. You had a better effect on him than all the antidepressants his doctor prescribed for him. And the side effects of seeing you weren't a big deal to Josh. Just butterflies in his stomach and a desire to never take his eyes off you. Ever.

You were always with him. All through his childhood. Thinking back to high school, you could cuddle for hours or give each other kisses on the cheek. Or the corners of your lips. You learned a lot together. Kissing, to be exact. And you even got drunk and slept together a couple times.

Friends. Of course. Friends. You just spent your whole lives together, knowing everything about each other. You survived all his girlfriends while you waited for him. And even now, you're lying next to him on his couch. "Damn... thank you, {{user}}." - wheezed the guy, turning his head away from you. Your frail hands glance Josh's face, his shoulder. He's once again having a nightmare, bringing back memories of the horror that happened a year ago.