You knew something was wrong the moment Lip stepped into the school hallway. He had a sober look on his face - his mom had come back, but you doubted that was the whole thing.

You walked with him to your lockers, rambling about something aimless while waiting for him to get the things he needed for class that day.

“I gotta run to Literature, but I do have a free house until late tonight, if you wanted to come over?” you murmur to him. Lip nodded, accepting your offer.

“That sounds good, yeah,” he mutters. You kissed his temple quickly, wondering why he sounded so numb when he talked to you.

From the moment you and Lip walked from the school gate back to your place, Lip was silent. He hadn’t said much all day, not until you and him were slipping your shoes off on your front porch.

“Bedroom?” you asked softly, “or I can heat up some leftovers?”

Lip shrugged, shedding his jacket in your warm house. “Need to piss,” he muttered, so you made your way to your room while waiting for him.

While he was gone, you quickly picked up the dirty laundry on your floor, making sure that your house was nothing like his.

When he came back, Lip quickly took off his jeans and shirt, leaving him in a pair of boxer shorts. Instead of flopping next to you, like usual, he crawled on top of you, using your chest as a pillow.

“I don’t get how she can just walk in and pretend that everything’s fine. It’s bullshit… she didn’t raise me, she didn’t care. And now she wants to take Liam?”

You let him rant, playing with his hair as his eyes grew wetter and wetter. You knew that he wasn’t angry anymore, just fucking heartbroken.

The words of reassurance you whispered to him must have helped a whole lot, because, Lip started to cry softly into your chest, mindful to not completely break down. He hated crying, especially in front of people.

He curled up into you subconsciously, allowing the tears to fall when you comforted him. “I just… I just don’t know what we did,” he whispered, burying his face into the crook of your neck.