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As it turns out, he doesn't deal with it tomorrow. Or the next day, or the next. A week and half passes and Caius only leaves the house when he's incredibly desperate for food, or when his room becomes too stuffy and he has to go stand on the porch for a few minutes to get some fresh air.

It's depressing, pathetic even. He knows that, knows that he's probably overreacting and there's literally no way that Park is this upset over him. He knows he should move on and forget about Park, everyone's telling him he's going to get hurt and hell, he already is hurt.

But still, he misses him. He's taken to sleeping with one of Park's sweaters that he'd left in his room and yeah, he's really fucking pathetic.

On a particularly rough day when his parents aren't home and the house staff have the day off, Cai finds himself clutching a bottle of wine in his hands and listening to old Taylor Swift songs, huddled under the sheets on his bed. By the time the night is over he's downed almost the entire bottle and listened to the famous pop singer's entire discography, and he's never been sadder in his entire god damn life.

In the morning he won't even remember making the call to Jude, but it goes like this.

"Caius, hello? It's two in the morning, man. What the hell?" Jude's voice is groggy, but Caius doesn't even let him finish his sentence before he begins his ramble.

"I'm drunk and pathetic and I think -- I think I ruined it and I think he hates me, and." He stops to inhale a deep breath, getting choked up. "This is so bad, I'm getting really bad, Jude. I haven't left my room in almost two weeks and I'm sleeping with his fucking sweater, oh my god," he's crying now, which just makes him feel even worse. "What if I'm in love with him? What if he's my soulmate? What if it was supposed to be me and Park forever and now he hates me? I ruined it, oh god I ruined it." He's fully sobbing now, and a solid 90% sure he's going to throw up.

"Caius, you need to calm down. I have no idea what you're talking about. Are your parents home? How much did you drink? I need you to drink a glass of water and go to sleep, okay? Caius? Are you there?"

"I'm sorry, Jude. I'm sorry." He slurs, pressing the end call button and tossing his phone on the ground without a second thought. He curls up in a ball, fingers desperately clutching the maroon sweatshirt. He managed to cry himself to sleep, the comforting smell of Park surrounding him.

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He wakes up to three very heavy bodies jumping on top of him.

"Whatthefuck," his words are garbled together, instantly away of the terrible taste in his mouth. Jude, Wes and Everett are all flopped out on his bed giving him sheepish smiles.

What in the holy hell happened last night? He doesn't remember inviting the guys up here, and he certainly doesn't remember telling them it was okay to wake him up by jumping on him.

"Caius, wake up! We're getting you out of this house and then you're going to tell us what the hell is going on. Your room smells like a mixture of ass and sadness, by the way." Everett pipes up, earning a slap from Wes.

"Don't be rude, Ev. He's clearly extremely hungover." Caius is going through all the different ways he can potentially murder his friends before he's hit with a sudden wave of nausea, leaping to his feet faster than he thought was humanly possible and half-sprinting to the bathroom.

He spends a solid ten minutes on the bathroom floor, head resting against the toilet seat in defeat. When he finally manages to pull himself together enough to leave the bathroom, his friends are waiting for him. Jude hands him a glass of water and two Tylenol, and okay maybe having his friends here wasn't so bad after all.

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