"You know I don't really want to see you." Murr sneered as Q opened the door. They all walked in. "Our you." Murr gestured to Sal. "What a nice thing to say, buddy!" Q smiled as he slapped Murr on the back, and slumped onto the couch throwing his feet onto the coffee table. Sal slowly sat down, and didn't say a word. "Get your feet down!" Murr growled kicking Q's feet down. "Anyway to the point to why we are here..." Q said looking back to the pills that was still scattered on the counter and floor. "We didn't mean anything we said." Q got serious leaning forward placing his elbows on his knees. "We didn't want any of this to happen...AT ALL." Q cleared his throat to keep it together. "Ok." Murr scoffed. Sal just sat in silence pulling his phone from his pocket. Q stood up, and walked to where Murr had sat. He held his hand out until Murr grabbed his, and Q pulled him to his feet and gave him a huge hug. Both men stood there hugging each other and both cried. When the moment had past they returned to their seats. Murr looked to Sal who had been playing on his phone for the past who knows how long. Q realized it too, and nudged Sal with his arm. "Huh?" Sal looked up. "Oh is it time to leave?" Sal stood up. "Bye. Sorry about your luck." Sal walked out. "Look, Murr. Please don't do this again, I'm sorry. I really didn't mean it." Q got up and gave Murr one more hug before leaving too. Murr say by himself just numb thinking over the past few days.
