Howie Being Forced to Relax by a Bunch of Gay Teenagers

Big Dumb Tears

Halfway through the movie, Giovanni went to get more popcorn but on his way back from the kitchen, he tripped and spilled popcorn all over Car Crash. So they had to spend a good 15 minutes helping Fred get the kernels out of his curls. Howie wanted to help, but everyone INSISTED that he stay seated for fear of him running away. By the end of the movie they had gone through four bowls of popcorn, one being wasted after being spilled on a certain brunette. And nobody remembered ANY of the movie.

"ALRIGHT!" Giovanni cheered. "That's one relaxing thing Howie has done!" He said, cutting the top layer of tape off of him. "Finally, but what am I supposed to do now? I'm still tied up." Howie's hands were already shaking from lack of stimulation under the tape. "Well..." Molly thought. "Is there anything you want to rant about? It could be as big as something that happened at your job, or as small as... Termites!" She smiled and nodded.
"Ugh! Don't get me started on termites, those anti-unionized-" Giovanni put his hands over Molly's ears as Howie let out a string of curse words, probably every single one known to man, about termites. When he had finished, Giovanni cautiously took his hands off of Molly's ears.
"Yeah that doesn't count as a relaxation thing, you seem angrier." Giovanni looked at Howie's scowl that quickly mellowed back to his apathetic expression. "Figures-" He began coughing relentlessly for a moment, his coughs sounded more gruff each time. "Ugh." He finally managed to say out loud. "This damn cough."
"How'd you end up so sick?" Giovanni asked bluntly.
"Don't know." He replied, just as bluntly.
"It's because you hardly eat, work through the nights you should be sleeping through, and don't wear anything but short sleeves even during winter!" Bryce snapped out of nowhere. "And no matter how many times your honeybees beg you, you never go to the doctor!" Bryce had his hands up in the air, similarly to how Howie holds his hands up whenever angry.

Howie sighed sadly. "I'm sorry Bryce..I really am." He looked down sadly before looking back up. "I know I work my ass off when I shouldn't..I just.." He sighed. "I feel worthless when I don't work..I don't mean to upset anyone when I overwork..I just.." Tears formed in his eyes. "I need to be doing something or I think I'm worth nothing." He looked away and blinked frantically as big and shiny tears formed in his eyes.
"B-Boss..I." Bryce put his hands over his mouth.
"No. I shouldn't be crying." He squeezed his eyes shut, trying not to cry.
Bryce stepped forward, it was a bit awkward but he managed to hug Howie. "I'm sorry that you feel that way.." He whispered.
Howie's eyes widened as he began to shake and fully cry.
Everyone watched in dismay as Howie sobbed to Bryce. Slowly, everyone got closer until each of them were hugging. And they all stayed there for a long and heart warming moment. Eventually, Howie managed to talk. "I'm sorry you guys, I shouldn't be crying." He sniffled.
Everyone backed up away from him.
"It's alright sir.." Bryce replied. "But once you're out of this you need to go to the doctor." He pointed at Howie. "Fine..I will." He sighed, putting his head down for a moment. He had finally submitted to everyone insisting that he needed help.
Giovanni sighed before tearing another layer of tape off. "I think that counts." He said quietly. Everyone stood around for a moment, all the crying had made things a tad bit awkward. "Wait! I have an idea!" Spike suddenly interjected. "Molly do you have any spa stuff? Like face masks?"
"Um...No. I don't have any money to spare for it." Molly shrugged sadly.
"Hm..Well I have some cash..Maybe some of us should go and some of us can stay?" Spike contemplated.
"I can stay." Ben shrugged.
"So can I!" Dark Star added.
"I can as well!" Bryce nodded.
"I will too." Flamethrower said finally.
"Okay! So then it'll be me, Car Crash, Crusher, Boss and BearTrap!"
"Alright! Shopping trip is a go!" Giovanni cheered happily.
"I'll drive us!" Car Crash took his keys out of his pocket.