SWEARING. GET OVER IT. Ahem. Just kind of came to me, y'know? Well a few people seem to like my other storehhhhh so here we are :P You'll see why this is called what it is soon enough. I LIKE CLIF...
"The fuck man..." I mumbled as he then sighed, and walked around me into the dinning room and sat down in a chair. I followed him like a dog drawn to meat, as he looked at me wordlessly. The look he gave me was rather heart breaking. He then held his head in his hands, and began to shake slightly, a whimpering sound was herd, as his chest started to heave in and out. I had no clue what was going on, and I immediately wanted to get to the bottom of it. I walked the few soundless steps towards him, and crouched down in front of him. He didn't budge, or bother to spare a glance, as he started to cry. Joe was one not cry often, but if he was crying, something serious must've happened. I frowned, I knew he wouldn't open up. No matter how many keys I've tried, none of them have ever worked.
"Joe, whats the matter?" I asked quietly, well it's better then just sitting around not saying or doing anything. He started to cry slightly more violently as my frown just grew more. I stood up and hugged him as he just fell against me. I stared to rub his back, and held him closely. I don't know how long he was crying, but it was sure a while, because I never noticed him falling asleep.