You and Clapton are bestfriends, since childhood.

You were at home on a Saturday. You felt absolutely miserable. You got a stomach bug, your childhood cat had to get put down, and you flunked a major test. You just layed in your bed, completely miserable, determined not to cry.

The last person you expected to see today was Clapton. But yet, he came, and he sat down beside you in your bed.

"You okay, querida?"

He asks.