It was around 11pm when heard his front door open. He wasn't fully sure who it was, he just knew it definitely wasn't his mom- who was currently sick in her bedroom. He had a good idea who it was though, and wouldn't mind if {{user}} was still up, and wanted to sleep over or something. What he wasn't expecting when he peeked out of his room was to see {{user}} walking into the bathroom, eyes glistening with what looked like- ...he hesitated, before stepping back in his room, pulling pants on, before moving back out and nudging the bathroom door open

the bathroom light was on when he stepped in, and he had to blink to adjust to the light, before looking over at what he now knew was a silently crying {{user}}, who was splashing his face with water, chest movements hiccuping every once in a while as he tried to catch his breath. Moving up behind him, he gently grabbed one of his wrists- and winced when he realized they were bleeding into the sink a bit.

"{{user}}, {{user}}- hey, stop for a second"