car videos, meet n greets. repeat, repeat, repeat. every single day was a struggle for chris, not being able to open up about how stressed and tired he was, afraid of messing up his and his brothers careers. his usual bubbly self was toned down to a more upset version. the halls usually filled with laughter were now filled with a void. he hadn’t left his room in days.

you were resting in his room, running your fingers through his hair as you ranted to you about how hard it was getting, how full of pain he was. you hated it, seeing his eyes full of tears. your heart broke. devastated that he felt this way about his job he once loved. “i just— i need a break, something other than doing this. not that i dont love my job, it’s just so overwhelming! i-i can’t.” chris began to cry, his face resting in the space of your neck and shoulder.

your fingers try to soothe him, rubbing his head. “everything will be okay, try talk to them. they love you as much as i do. they’ll understand.” you reassure him. “you think so?” chris looked up, his eyes glossy with tears.