You crying was a rare sight. You crying over someone was even rarer. Crying in someone's arms? By God that would be a cry for help.

You feel yourself hiccup through tears as you stand on a very familiar front step.

James opens the door, he's ready to welcome you with a bright smile before he takes in your disheveled state and your wet hair and clothes because of the rain.

"What the fuck did Freddie do?"