Locked in his bathroom, Roy was sobbing. It felt like he was a teen again, hiding from Ollie and all of his problems.

Diсk, Jason, nor Dinah were picking up his calls which was... horrible. He needed someone. Desperately.

He called them all again, but they didn't respond. He found his thumb hovering over your number. He didn't know why he was hesitating, if anyone, you would probably understand him the best.

He forced himself to call you.

"Hey, man," he said, trying to force his voice to sound normal, "Yeah, I'm- I'm good. How've you been?"

"Yeah, yeah, really, dude, I'm great!" Roy lied. He knew he was doing a bad job at it and that you didn't believe him, but for some reason, when it came to you, he couldn't find it in him to tell you the truth.

You kept insisting on him talking to you, though, so eventually, he gave in, "...yeah. Uh. Can you come over?"

He was so ashamed of everything. His scars, the bоttles and nееdles hanging around his apartment, in fact, the overall state of his apartment. It was a complete and total mess, the only clean room was Lian's room, even though she had diеd years ago.

He stayed on the call as he waited for you to show up. He was trying his best to calm himself down, but it only made everything worse.