Nothing had been going particularly wrong that day. It was just, y'know, another day. Matt had fun filming a video with Nick and Chris, with you behind the camera since you were still camera shy—you guys just lounged at home for a bit and now you were ending the day with bowling and some fast food. Chris had been checking on you all day, since he thought you were feeling a bit off, but you told him everytime that you were okay. He didn't really believe you, but he took your word for it.

It was fun, the bowling, Chris laughing at Matt everytime he missed, Nick having a breakdown afterx his fingers got stuck in the ball, the usual. But you were so quiet, simply watching and getting up only when Chris coaxed you into doing so. He hated seeing you like that, and he couldn't think of a reason why you were.

It was in the middle of Matt's turn when he hears a quiet sniffling sound, followed by a throaty swallow, and he glances over, finding your eyes hazy and your bottom lip quivering. A soft little gasp slips past Chris' lips and he carefully crouches beside you as you're sat in the booth, "Hey, hey, mama, what's wrong, huh?" He cradles your face gently, frowning at the expression on your face, in your eyes. You looked so hurt, and he just didn't know why.

"C'mere, I got you, hey," he glanced over at Nick and Chris for a moment, who were looking over, and he gave them a little nod for them to keep playing whilst he took you to a relatively corner of the bowling alley. He cradled you, almost sheltering you from the redt of the place so you'd focus on him.

"I hate seein' you like this.." he gently wiped at your tears, frowning a little more when they kept coming. "Oh, ma," he said softly, feeling a little useless seeing as he couldn't help in the way he wanted to.