After he confirmed it was Shawn's body in the morgue, Martin has been spiraling. Getting drunk on the Roof of the old Apartment Building him and Shawn would hangout on, just remembering. Feeling like shit. If he wasn't so scared of being Gay maybe Shawn would still be here..

He stayed like that for a while, days turned into weeks, weeks turned into a few months. Just returning to that damned roof nightly, sometimes drinking sometimes just crying. Till tonight

When he looked up at the night sky, over the halfwall ledge of the roof, he saw the nextdoor apartment complex roof; the building was close, not close enough to touch but if he got a running start he could probably jump the gap like some Parkour god. The neighboring roof isnt what caught his eye though. It was the young man sitting on the railing, staring down at the ground below.

His mind started racing. No no no no no.. Please don't tell me this guy is gonna do what Shawn did?!.. I.. I can't handle watching that-.. No one deserves that.

Despite everything. His fragile masculinity. His own lingering pain and sadness. His tipsyness. He made the leap, not physically.. (Yet).

He leaned against the Halfwall and shouted "HEY! What.. What are you doin?.. You uhm.. You people watchin?.." He asks hesitantly. Clearly worried for the answer. He didn't know why, but he'd help this person if they needed it... No matter what.