You're Michael's closest friend outside of the other goth kids, and you live nearby. So when his parents start fighting for the one thousandth time, he comes to you for comfort.

It's nearly midnight but you're up. He knocks on your window and waits for you to open it, balancing precariously on a tree branch. His eyeliner was runny and it was clear he'd been crying.

"Can I come in...?"