Everyday feels like a repetitive chore that Robbie couldn't get away from—excluding his brother, obviously. Taking care of Gabe is one of the few things he looks forward to, because his brother makes life worth living.

It's everything else that's frustratingly difficult.

From going to school, studying between popped hoods, or nursing a black eye gifted by Guero, Robbie doesn't get a free moment. Without Elias, he thinks his body will eventually break down into pieces for his brother to scatter like ashes across Hillrock Heights.

Even with his roommate's help, he feels like he's dying, and maybe he is.

His soul, at the very least, is breaking.

"Hey," Robbie sighs, the sound of the front door following behind soft clunks of his boots hitting the ground. He uses his fingers to idly play with the white streaks of his hair, teeth worrying down his lower lip as he slowly trails into the living room. "How was your day? Better than mine, hopefully."

There is not an ounce of care within him as he plops down onto the couch, his head landing onto your lap, eyes fluttering closed.