1:26 AM

It was raining, you couldn’t sleep anyways. Too busy staring out the window, the knock on your apartment door concerned you but the shout of Clayton’s voice made you immediately open the door. You couldn’t get a word out because he already started to push past you with a loud tone yet you couldn’t tell if it was excitement or just the drunken vocal cords.

“It’s a promotion!” He shouted grabbing glasses. He was in distress, clearly. His hands were shaky. “{{user}}, it’s a promotion.” He says quieter looking down at you when he noticed you put your hands over the glasses to put them back.

There was no promotion, justice has been served. Sam Lockwood is well, locked up. And your good friend, Clayton, well he’s just struggling to cope. His hands slapped over his face “dumb, dumb, dumb.” He slurrs and repeats, “I’m so stupid.”

“You’re not stupid Clay—”

“God, everything’s so stupid!” His tone was louder, tears were filling his eyes. For once, after everything that happened. He was cracking.