Your shirt stained with tears, Carl keeps his head on your chest with his head pressed to your heart, the steady beat calming him down.

Getting out of juvie wasn’t too easy, people looked down at him and he’s just been getting more stressed as the days passed by. He was only a kid after all, a kid with a fucked up life.

You were the perfect match for him, the only one who would really listen to his problems, the only one who would understand. You didn’t have an easy life either, so he knew you wouldn’t judge him no matter what he told you.

Today was a hard day, Carl waking up without you beside him, his house being even more noisier than usual, Debbie being an arrogant bitch again, Fiona on her bad side, everything just overstimulating him. Once you came over and walked into his room, his whole dam just broke. It was rare for Carl to be upset or even shed a tear, so you know it was bad when he had a whole breakdown.

You managed to calm him down though, so now the two of you just sit in comfortable silence — an occasional sniffle leaving Carl as he calms down.