Marcus was filming, walking around Hyde Park with friends and just documenting what the day out brought them. He hadn’t anything in mind or any particular theme, it was just a chance to show off everyone with a free day, hanging out together, and catching up. He was filming the ducks, narrarting as he watched them plunk their heads in the water for the pieces of dried bread Zoe and Alfie were tossing in for them.
A hiss sounded behind him and he spun around to spot Jack, cheekily cocking his head over to the side a few times as if to say ‘Quick, look in this direction’. Marcus took his friend’s suggestion slowly and put you and Finn right in the center of his video.
You two had chose the other side of the dock to watch the docks, sitting above the water and watching as it rippled. You were talking mindlessly about how filthy and cold it probably was. At first, Finn asked if you wanted to find out, his eyebrows wiggling as he teased that he would push you in, but he inched closer to you inside and you met him halfway. Neither of you realized you were being recorded until gifs of the moment popped up all over Tumblr and were being tweeted at you.
Fans seemed disappointed that Finn was currently off the market, but most of them just seemed happy that he seemed happy. And he assured you that he absolutely was.
From the beginning of your relationship, you told him plainly that you weren’t interested in doing a girlfriend tag or any silly YouTube video with him. You loved watching his videos, but you knew that you would be hard on yourself if you were to be in one with him. Plus, you feared the hate that you knew other people received when they were in YouTube videos or anything that was viral.
It was by accident that you actually did wind up in one, but it was so sweet and short that he couldn’t bring himself to edit it out. You looked so cute. The group of you had gone out New Year’s evening, after being lazy all morning and working off your hangovers and just relaxing. It was blustery out, but the cold felt nice on your skin. The group of you walked through the dark, passing Stamford Bridge, and Marcus turned to catch a small snippet of you, and without any prompt from him you looked right into his camera’s lens and called out “Happy New Years!” cutely, flashing one of your biggest grins.
“She is so pretty!” A flood of comments were on the video even though you didn’t even know he put it in at first. Of course, you received a handful of cruel comments about your teeth and even one particularly rude girl saying you had the voice of a cat after sucking a helium balloon, but in general, the reception was warm.
“Birthday girl!” Behind the camera, Joe cheered as the waitress left you with a large dessert in front of you. As full as you were from your bithday dinner, there was suddenly room. Besides, Zoe already had a spoon in hand and seemed to eager to help you out with it and you knew Alfie and Joe would oblige too.
“Are you going to film me eating this entire thing?” A little intimidated by the mountain of whipped cream before you, you asked.
“You bet. Every bite. Are you ready?” Joe nodded. He loved teasing you about your former days as a cheerleader in high school. It was all in good fun because he wouldn’t turn down the opportunity to see you prance around in your uniform. However, now seemed like a good a time as any to poke a little bit of fun at you. “Give us a quick cheer. You can do it! Fight, fight, fight!” Laughing, he did his best impression which only made Zoe look at him like he had a head growing out of his head.
Licking your lips, you looked right into Joe’s prized camera and gave him what he wanted.
Once the video was uploaded, you were expecting people to say you were gross or weird, maybe whine that he filmed your birthday at all, but there was enough kind comments that you felt a little bit warm inside. You were sort of glad you let him film you especially when you read that people thought you and Joe were “perfect for one another”.
Louis was filming, just trying to get some extra footage for the day of the latest adventure a group of YouTubers had embarked on. You had settled into a Holiday Inn Express hotel room for the night. It had two queen beds in it so you and Alfie decided to take one and Louis could have the other.
You were sitting on the bed together, winding down before sleep and watching television when Louis caught a weird moment between the two of you.
“I’m ready to sleep.” Casually, you mentioned to your boyfriend and looked over your shoulder at the pillows waiting for your head.
“I still feel wide awake.” Like it was breaking news, Alfie announced.
“Well, what do you want to do?” You weren’t going to join him on a late night stroll, you were too tired, but you could probably manage a card game or even a round of Scrabble on your iPad.
Alfie was shaking around on his spot on the bed, trying to think of a suggestion, when it just popped out of his mouth, “Let’s get weird!” Louis spurted out a snort and you just shook your head.
Sawyer was filming, a crazy night back at his apartment with a group of friends. You and Mazz had a very strange sexual tension between you both from the moment you met, but you weren’t together. You two just toyed and teased each other happily. You knew he was crazy about you and it was mutual, for now, that felt like enough.
He was scanning the room, taking in Sam on the computer looking for a loud song to crank, a couple of his non-YouTube friends pouring drinks in the kitchen, and then he followed Mazz as he burst out of a bedroom in a onsie and raced to the ping pong table you were resting on, grabbing you and taking you down onto the couch with him, laughing as you giggled.
As soon as the video was uploaded, fans reacted with a mixture of 'How cute is Mazzi’ to 'Who is that slut touching my man?’, but you didn’t mind. You were glad it was Mazz caught in the onsie and not you.
You didn’t know he was filming. He had sent you a text to come over after your shift, so you did just that. You knocked on the door and heard his feet clamoring towards you, he even yelled out that he was coming. You were completely caught off guard at the sight of his friends with cameras held up to their faces as he greeted you.
“We’re filming a video!” He told you once you were being tightly hugged in his tattooed arms.
“I can see that….I’m not going to be in it, right?” You checked, but Sam just shrugged his shoulders and kept you in his arms for a moment longer.
In a Sprinkle of Glitter video, Louise was asking you your beauty regime and you were going to film a tutorial for a Marilyn Monroe look after. Every now and then, after asking you a plain question like what your favorite skincare line was or what celebrity fragrance you endorsed, she would crack up causing you to look at her with a puzzled expression.
“Sorry!” As she began to lose herself to hysterics, Louise held up her hands in front of her red face. “Your boyfriend is behind you."
You whipped your head around to spy Casper being his usual goofy self, dancing against the window like a backup dancer in a Britney Spears music video.
"He is such a goob.” You looked back with wide eyes and plainly told the camera.
Only an hour after Louise uploaded the video to YouTube, CasperIsTaken and Goob were trending worldwide on Twitter. You hoped that was a good omen.
“My bird being a dork.” Testing out a new camera, Jack filmed you as you danced on the edge of his bed, the sound of Kings of Leon’s new album making you groove.
“You’re not actually filming, are you?” After a few seconds of moving around playfully, you double checked.
For as open as he seemed in his videos, Jack guarded a good chunk of his life since becoming an internet sensation and your relationship was part of that chunk. You doubted he would upload you without a long conversation before hand.
“No. I’m just playing with the camera. Dance away.” He assured you.
You completely forgot about the cute video. It wasn’t until two months later that the video went viral. Finn had found the clip uploaded onto Jack’s laptop and jokingly put it up on Keek, figuring it would be harmless.
Hate flooded your Twitter mentions and some of the comments were completely deranged. Jack was beloved that much you knew, but it still hurt when you read comments berating you or saying that you didn’t deserve Jack or should go and die in a hole. Occasionally, someone would point out that you were gorgeous and that everyone should be pleased for Jack that he had such a lovely mate, but it didn’t mean much when it was only one in every ten comments that was kind.
JACK: Your final exam was officially over and all you could think about the entire tube journey back home was having a long hot soak in the tub. As soon as the front door was locked behind you and mail on the kitchen counter, you stripped down and went to the bathroom to run the water. You didn’t even bother to pick up your top, jeans, socks, or mismatched undergarments, you just left them in the hallway to be tended to later. Treating yourself extra nicely, you poured a little lily of the valley oil into the tub to mix with the hot water and lit small white tea candles over the sink and shelves. All that was missing was some Boyz II Men and it would have looked like you were in a 90s ballad music video. With a quick flick of the switch, you turned the lights off and combed your hair up onto the top of your head like an oversized cotton ball.
Stepping in, the water welcomed you with small ripples and even with just your feet and ankles met, you felt relaxed. You inhaled deeply before releasing all the stress the whole week out and then laid down in the tub, neck and shoulders against the back while you closed your eyes.
One of your arms was held out over the edge of the tub as you drifted into such a state of calm that you could have easily been confused for comatose. You didn’t know how long you had actually been soaking when the water began to splash around you like a windy day at the beach. Startled, your eyes popped open quickly and you spotted Jack, illuminated by the candlelight, jumping in by your feet in all his clothes, a nice pair of dress pants and an actual button up shirt since he had something he considered important that day to do.
“Sure, I don’t mind if you join…” Sarcastically, you told him with a small laugh, looking at him as if he was crazy. You knew that he was.
“I saw your clothes in the hall and I just rushed in.” He shrugged, chuckling at himself.
“At least, take your pants off.” You didn’t mean anything by it, but if he was going to join you in the tub, he should be dressed properly for it which was to be not dressed at all. Of course, Jack had to lift up a brow and look at you like you suggested something so saucy and novel to him.
“Cheeky, cheeky girl…” Smacking his lips together, he shook his head back and forth. He put his hands under the water and started to unbuckle his trousers.
FINN: It had been a long day of travelling to London from Florida and, even though, it had been something of a vacation for you the trip back was exhausting. Even if you had slept an hour or so during the flight, it hadn’t been actual deep sleep. Some part of you wanted to unpack right away, there was a blouse in your luggage that you were going to wear later when you and Finn met up for sushi with a few friends, but as soon as you were in the door of your flat, your ass was on the couch.
With Finn underneath you, you slept right between his legs, the back of your head resting on your chest as if the thin material of his t-shirt was a comfortable pillow. His chest was rising and falling at a passive pace, his mouth open and allowing a vibrating noise to exit as he slept as well. His arms were lazily over your body, one snaked around your waist just barely underneath your racerback while the other matched up against yours.
It started off at a distance, the sound of animated music, and then suddenly your pillow was moving around on you and pushing you away. Reluctantly, your eyes flickered open and you sat up as Finn was trying to, his phone ringing loudly.
“Shit. We need to get ready.” Groggily, he said rubbing his temple. He had just missed a call from your friends. “We have, like, ten minutes and then we have to go…”
You thought about the time for a moment and looked straight ahead down the small hardwood hall. Your clothes were so far away, so was the bathroom where your makeup was, and you were far too comfortable where you were.
“That’s five more minutes to nap.” Content, you leaned down and rested on his denim dressed lap, folding your arms underneath you and closing your eyes again.
JOE: “Don’t move.” Lathargically, you rested your neck on his bare shoulder and let the warm water from the shower head cascade over your chest and downward. If he even stepped a smidgen in either direction, you would give out on the ground. Your energy was shot from moving boxes up and down all day as you two finally took the plunge and moved in together.
Smirking to himself, Joe spoke quietly against your wet hair, “Comfortable?”
“Very.” You moaned the words since actual talking felt as exhausting as running uphill at the moment. “You’re an excellent human pillow.” Hopefully, he took it as a compliment because you couldn’t have been more grateful for his body holding up yours at the moment.
“So, should I assume we are not going to be unpacking your things today?” Lightly, he chuckled.
You only nodded.
“I already know which one of your shirts I’m wearing to bed.” You would go through and put away all your own clothes, tomorrow, when you had it in you.
MAZZ: It seemed to you like Mazz always had energy. He was always dancing around, practically bouncing off the walls, or running in spot. It could be an annoying trait, but it was also incredibly enviable. As you laid down in an “S” shape under your bed covers, ready to call it a night completely, you could hear Mazz in the living room, jumping up and down, “No, come on, I want to go out!” He still had hours left in him. He would have been happy just to sprint to McDonalds and hang out there for a bit, anything, but sleep.
“Oy, girlie, come on. Get up.” His voice boomed as he stood in the doorway and stared at your backside. “Up, up, up!” Like a child, he moved to the edge of the bed and started pulling on the covers. “[Y/N]!” He shouted your name out in a moan as he climbed on top of the mattress and started to jump as if he was on a trampoline.
“Seriously, Mazz, I will kill you and sleep with your dead body on the bed. I don’t care.” After flattening out on your backside, you stared up at him and said firmly. If he really thought there was a chance you were going to get up, it was gone now. He stopped and stood above you for a moment before collapsing on top of your body, his head on your breasts happily.
“I am not tired though.” He whined against them.
“Then go out. Play Wii or call Andy or something…”
“I want to play with you though…” He complained, sliding his hands underneath your back in order to hug you close to him.
“Twenty minutes, okay? Then, I’ll get up…” After a little bit of thought, you compromised, earning a nod of agreement from your boyfriend. Closing your eyes, you ran your hands down his back and started to drift off into slumber. You knew that both of you would be fast asleep in twenty minutes.
CASPER: “How do people do this?” After putting his young cousins to bed, you asked your boyfriend. He was plunked down on the couch comfortably, flipping through stations as you sluggishly walked over to join him.
It had been a full day of hanging out babysitting and while you loved his cousins and you liked children, it really was one of the hardest work outs you had put yourself threw. You practically threw yourself down on the chesterfield next to Casper, your shoulder pressed into the back as you stared up at him, staring at the screen.
“You mean parents?” He asked, finally settling on a re-run of The Graham Norton show. Johnny Depp was one of the guests and he was fond of him.
“Yeah, every day all day. This was hard work and I know hard work.” It was too much effort to laugh, so you tried to lift up the corners of your lips.
“Well, you didn’t get much sleep last night either.” Coyly, he looked back and you before leaning into the cushions himself.
“That would have been your fault.” You pointed out, snuggling up against his body.
“It’s not my fault that you have no self-control, that you can’t keep your hands off of me…” While reaching over your legs, Casper teased you, and pulled one of the throws from the couch over your body like a drape. He grazed his knuckles up and down your arms gently, watching the show, but focusing on you as you two rested.
When our friends talk about you, all it does is just tear me down
‘Cause my heart breaks a little when I hear your name
“Who is so interesting?” Across the packed breakfast dinner, Marcus teased Louise as she was and had been furiously texting more than anything else since they sat down.
The blond beauty guru didn’t even look up from her phone screen to answer, “[Y/N]. She just got back from Vancouver.”
“Hi [Y/N]!” Zoe leaned in close to Louise and called as if you and Louis had been FaceTiming instead of simply messaging one another back and forth.
Jack hadn’t really been paying attention to the conversations going on around him. He was talking back and forth with Louis mostly, talking fast and excitedly about an upcoming project that he had wanted to work on long ago. His attention was on Louise now. The sound of your name bringing his eyes up and over to her, his face contorted into an expression you could only give someone when they had just stabbed you in the chest. Suddenly, he wasn’t excited anymore. His mood changed quicker than the temper of a toddler. It only took someone mentioning you these days to send him into swirling depression.
He knew you were still close friends with the girls he had introduced you to while the boys seemed to side with him. The breakup had been tricky with a lot of public emotions when you both finally called it quits after trying to make it work for three months longer than either of you should have. Right now, you and Jack were in two different worlds. He was all about creating things and enjoying his youth while you were focused on trying to find your path. It was great that he had something he was good at and wanted to pursue, but you were still figuring out what you were passionate about and enjoyed, where your talents lied. He was often frustrated with you changing your mind and looking into different colleges and majors. Jack was a ‘just do it’ kind of guy while you were a thinker. He hadn’t been very supportive of you going up to Vancouver to work at a ski lodge and resort for the winter. He thought you should find something more local and something that would open doors or you could make worthwhile connections, so you put the idea to bed and continued searching. As soon as you and Jack were over though, you had a Skype interview and lined up a job at Cyprus Mountain and it had been the time of your life. In fact, you did meet people and you were planning to go on a huge snowboarding trip in Switzerland next month. One of them was a world class athlete and he wanted you to model for the website of his ski gear line. While you loved Jack and you knew Jack loved you, right now it just wasn’t right. If he had supported you and wanted to try long distance, you would have probably stayed and tried, but he didn’t. So anything he felt now about you was his own fault.
Take you to every party
'Cause all you wanted to do was dance
Now my baby’s dancing
But she’s dancing with another man
Finn was not Jack. He didn’t just instantly feel comfortable in every social scenario. He was rarely the first to stand up to speak. He couldn’t make interesting and real conversation with everyone. It never really bothered you as it was just another trait that made up the guy you were so crazy about, but after two years of being together, it was a little bit annoying that it was still like pulling teeth to get him on the dance floor with you when you would go out. Generally, you would just join the crowd on your own or with a couple friends, leaving him to watch and preserve a small spot in the corner of the club somewhere.
Of course, that wasn’t why you two broke up. You were growing very unhappy in the relationship naturally. You two didn’t go out and explore anymore. It was all just hanging out, watching movies on the couch, eating take out, and napping together. While those activities were nice sometimes, they had their time and their place. You wanted a little more effort into the relationship, the way there used to be, but he stopped and when you brought it up with him, things would improve for a little bit, and then go back. Eventually, you weren’t interested anymore, you were just sort of going through the motions and you thought both you and Finn deserved better than that.
He was sad when you left him, all your things promptly removed from his bedroom, but he understood and wore a brave sad face as you returned your key to him and left. You tried to be his friend, but he asked you not to because it was difficult.
A year had passed now and you met Zach towards the end as he started to work at the burgers and cake restaurant your parents own and ran. He was tall like Finn and had an understated sweet smile like he did, but that was where the similarities ended. Zach was all about trying everything and anything once and it made for a lot of strange, but fun scenarios. There was a time where you wouldn’t have been as interested in doing wacky things, but after being taken for granted by Finn, and now a year of singledom, you were ready for just pure fun which Zach was happy to bring to you.
Your friends thought you should have asked Tanya (Burr) if it was alright for you to bring Zach to her birthday, but you didn’t think it was necessary. A lot of people brought their significant others or just a plus-one, why couldn’t you? It had been a year after all and you knew that Finn had been out meeting girls during that time. It wasn’t as if he had slept for 365 days.
It was unbeknownst to you, as you were free of care, but on the second floor of the Camden club, Finn was nursing a beer slowly and watching the dance floor from the balcony, his eyes fixated on you as you happily danced with a group of your girlfriends, including the birthday girl. Zach was behind you, his smile matching yours, with one hand on your hip as you leaned into him. He spun you around occasionally, just for fun, each time evoking a little giggle to slip from your painted pink lips. It made Finn feel a bit sick which surprised him. He didn’t think he would be the way he was, seeing you moved on because he thought he had moved on too.
After a couple more drinks, he worked up the fake courage to go down onto the dance floor himself. He squeezed through flailing sweaty bodies and smiled as soon as he was close enough to see all the details of your face. You tried to be polite, lifting a hand to acknowledge him while you reached around and kept your boyfriend close to you.
“We should dance.” He spoke over the music, trying at least. You stared at him with very surprised eyes, thinking you would never hear those words come out of Finn Harries’ mouth.
“Go for it. I could use a break.” Zach laughed, backing up and slowly letting go of your waist. He kissed you quickly and started to walk away, ignoring that you and Finn were still staring at one another.
“Um…no.” You shook your head, hair that had been sticking to your face moving off. Behind you, you caught Zach’s hand and let him lead you off of the floor and over to the toilets. It was too little, too late and now you had moved on. Finn could have taken you out and made you feel special when you were his, but he didn’t, and now you weren’t his anymore.
Same bed but it feels just a little bit bigger now
Our song on the radio, but it just don’t sound the same
If he read Cosmo magazine, he might have been informed that what he was doing was not helpful at all, but Caspar wasn’t really interested in healing or getting over you so he didn’t care.
When you two met, just a mere five months ago, you were a saucy barista and he was the boy vlogging with his friends and annoying you. He edited you out of the video since it sort of painted you to be a right bitch, but he was lying in bed now, watching it over and over again, feeling sorry for himself. In the background, he could hear the faint sounds of music and Shazammed it to find out it was “Come Back Home” by We Are The In Crowd. You had left him broken hearted in his bedroom last night, saying that you just weren’t as interested as he was and you were so sorry, but he was still just lying in bed feeling sick to his stomach with stained red eyes. He watched the video over and over and the others that he had managed to capture you in while the song played on repeat. He wanted to get up, go to the coffee shop you worked at, tell you that he wanted to make things work, but he knew he couldn’t force himself. You couldn’t make someone feel something for you that they didn’t. He just stayed in bed and decided that he would keep torturing himself with memories and pictures of you.
He stayed in bed for three days, only leaving to use the washroom and get something to eat from the cupboards downstairs. His hair was a greasy mess sticking to his face while his breath’s scent matched the odor coming from his arm pits. Marcus and Joe had been texting him that morning, threatening to come over and take him out, but he just turned their attempts away. It wasn’t until you texted him that you wanted to come pick up a movie that you left over there that he sprung out of bed to shower. This was his chance, he hoped.
My pride, my ego, my needs, and my selfish ways
Caused a good strong woman like you to walk out my life
“Obviously, you wouldn’t understand!” Mazz’s voice had grown in volume and irritation almost instantly as you asked him another rhetorical question. You didn't understand a lot of the things he did, but the influx of girls he was catering to was getting to be a little much. The conversation started simply by you asking if he stopped taking his shirt off for fan photos, even if they requested, but he looked at you like you were asking him to move mountains. So you asked how he would feel if you took off your top when taking photos with anyone, male or female, and he wrote it off with a smart ass joke, saying he wouldn’t mind because he loved your boobs. “You don’t know what it’s like to have a bunch of people want something from you. They want me to give them what they want, okay?"
Before that, you hadn’t been thinking about leaving Mazz at all. You two had been friends since before you hit puberty and dating since your final year of school. This was just a little tiff, but after he said something as douchey as that, you checked out. Those sort of comments at that kind of arrogant behavior was becoming too regular with him and you weren’t going to sit idly by like it was okay.
Rolling your eyes, you slid right up off the hotel bed, took your purse, and left. The Marius you fell for was somewhere else now and you felt like, maybe, if he was to grow up you two could work, but until then you were over.
Now, Mazzi played that whole argument over and over in his head. He hadn’t watched you leave because he was frustration, but now the sound of your sneakers squeaking against the hardwood floors haunted him. He called you the day after your tiff, wanting to know if you were alright and if you wanted to get lunch, but you didn’t pick up. You two never spoke again. It was bad enough that he was heartbroken over it, but having his mother and grandmother on his ass about how he lost the best thing to happen to him was like poisonous icing all over a cake made of feces.
It had been two months and he picked up the phone to call you, but it went straight to voicemail. He rubbed his signature chin for a second before sighing and hanging up. He was still a little too proud, it seemed.
Mmm, too young, too dumb to realize
That I should’ve bought you flowers
And held your hand
"Must you two do that?” Alfie snarled.
In front of him as he was setting up a camera, Niomi and Marcus were holding hands while they waited, cutely talking among themselves. It hadn’t even been 24 hours since you left, telling him you were going to go visit your father and when you came back, you didn’t want to be with him, you didn’t want to see him. Alfie woke up knowing he should have fixed a lot of the holes in your relationship that you pointed out to him, but he never tried. He just let it go in one ear and out the other without a care. They would fix themselves if you two were supposed to be, he figured, not realizing until you told him off that he had to actually work at a relationship.
“Don’t snap at us cause [Y/N] left.” Niomi was a sweetheart, but she was also your friend and had heard all the stories, let you come over upset with Alfie, and she wasn’t just going to put up with being growled at like she was a piece of meat and Alfie was a wolf in the woods. He got what was coming to him, he had been warned.
“Whatever. I don’t care about her.” He lied, squinting his eyes and working out his frustrations with the camera.
“Wasn’t that the problem?” Marcus asked, not to be rude, but just out of reflex simply. Alfie looked up at him with eyes that could kill. “Figure the damn camera out yourself.” He hissed and took off, stomping downstairs and out the door. He stuffed his hands into the pocket of his jeans and started to walk. His anger softened instantly when the cold wind brushed up against his face. He was sorry. He missed you. He didn’t know how to make things better.
I know I’m probably much too late
To try and apologize for my mistakes
But I just want you to know
Zoe had been torn since you two were great friends, but Joe was her brother. She wasn’t impressed that he had cheated on you, but he was still her brother. Instead of bringing you over to her house, she always went over to see you since you screamed and cried your way out of her house a month ago after finding the padded black bra in Joe’s bed that so obviously wasn’t yours.
Zoe had been planning her a surprise birthday for Louise and wanted to have it at her house, but she felt conflicted since you and Joe weren’t talking to one another. She thought if anyone needed to break the ice, it was Joe. He was the cheater, but she didn’t think he would budge. Finally, when he was bugging her playfully, she just exploded on him and let him know how upset with him she was and how she felt like she couldn’t bring you to the house anymore.
“Hi…” Joe’s voice breathed out on the other end of the phone, whispering because he wasn’t sure what to do and because it was two in the morning and his parents and Zoe were fast asleep.
You had debated not answering, but there was a part of you that was interested in what he could possibly have to say to you. Plus, it was two in the morning and you worried something could have happened to him or Zoe. “Are you there?” He checked since you didn’t reply.
“I’m here.” You whispered back, groggily.
“I’m sorry to wake you … I just…. ” He wasn’t good at these things. He didn’t have any experience.
“Is everything okay? Is anyone ill?"
"We’re all fine.” He quickly assured you. “Well, my dad threw out his back, but…nevermind.” Joe cleared his throat quietly before grabbing at his hair, wanting to compose himself somehow. “Are you okay?”
“Yeah.” In montone, you replied.
“Oh good. Well…I just wanted you to know that I do feel like shit about what I did.” The words came out on their own as he fought with the rock-like lump in his throat. “You didn’t deserve it, you didn’t do anything to warrant it, I’m just a total shithead.”
“Thank you.” It was a lot better than listening to his excuses and scrambled 'sorry’s’ back when you first found out. It sounded sincere and it was all you needed to hear.