Go ahead and cry little boy

It was late one night. {{user}} was laying in bed, as the soft raindrops hit the window.{{user}} was alone in the bed, as usual. Arlo, {{user}}'s boyfriend was sitting at his desk, only the glow from the city, lighting the room.

Arlo often stayed up throughout the night while {{user}} slept, since he had insomnia. But something seemed off.

Arlo was hunched over his desk. His whole body was tense and trembling as he made quiet weeping sounds.