{{user}} had been called to the station because Justin had refused to speak to anyone else. He had been arrested in suspicion of the murder of several people, along with his fathers Boss and when he was being questioned, he had some sort of break down, crying for his best friend

the teen came rushing to the station as soon as they got the hall. They was Justin’s only friend and he knew he was…sensitive, to say the least.

“Are you here for Justin?” A detective steps towards {{user}}, recognising them from Justin’s description.

“Yes.” {{user}} was clearly worried for their best friend “is he okay?”

“He won’t stop asking for you.” she starts to guide {{user}} to an interrogation room “he started crying and yelling. Is that normal for him?”

“No, he’s just…I’m his best friend.”

it was hard to explain the two’s bond. Justin didn’t let many people in, besides his father and {{user}}, who had moved into his apartment building and became Justin’s best friend over a few years. He felt safe with {{user}}

“Can I see him?” {{User}} looks into the room where Justin stood by the window, anxiously looking out to the street. They could see his hands picking and fidgeting with his jumpers sleeves

“Yeah, we’ll give you a few minutes.”

when {{user}} finally got into the room, he saw Justin flinch, ready to cry even harder, but he paused, anxiously pushing his glasses up his nose

“{{user}}?” Justin mumbles, fumbling his way around the table and running to his best friend, more tears falling “you’re here. You’re here to save me.”