Your POV
Aaah, that was a nice piss break. I make my way down the hall, back to Sean's room. There's a strange noise coming from that direction. Huh? What's that? Is he... crying? Oh, shit. I run the rest of the way, swinging the door open. I see Sean sitting on the side of the bed closest to me, face buried in a pillow. I sit down next to him and hug him tightly, earning a yelp and a jump in return.
"Oh my god, are you okay? What happened? Did you have another nightmare?" I ask, hurriedly.
"(Y/n)? You- Shit!" he says, his face lighting up, hugging me back. I'm confused, but I try not to show it.
"What happened?" I repeat.
"He.. he s-said..." Sean starts crying again, not able to finish the sentence.
"It's okay, it's okay. You'll be fine. I'm right here, calm down," I say, trying to soothe him.
He attempts to speak again. "He told me you'd.. you'd be gone. Went and said you left me forever, told me to look, and I did. You weren't here when I woke up, and I thought... I thought he was right! I thought you were gone oh god you're not gone thank you!" He squeezes me and begins to sob once more.
"It's okay, I'm right here... I didn't leave you," I say, stroking his faded green hair. The shaking of Sean's body slows a bit.
"Sean? Look at me." We separate, sitting in front of each other on the bed. Tears are still streaming from his bloodshot eyes.
"Yeah?"
"So, you said it told you I left, right?"
"Uh-huh."
I smile and wipe the tears from his left eye and hold that side of his face with my right hand.
"You know what that means? He was wrong. You told me he was always correct. This shows that he lies. I'm still here. I'm sorry the absence of my presence made you think I left you alone. I just really didn't think you wanted your bed pissed on in the middle of the night, ya know?" He nods and smiles.
He has a really nice smile. He should do that more often.
The two of us hug again and he lays his head on my shoulder. We stay like this for a while. Honestly, I wouldn't mind doing this again - minus the part where he gets hurt.
There's something on my mind that I'd like to ask, but it doesn't seem like the right time... Ah, fuck it. Might as well.
"Hey, Sean?"
"Yeah, (Y/n)?" He lifts his head off my shoulder, and looks at me.
"What friends do you have?" I ask, cautiously.
"I.. I don't have any.. friends," he replies, looking sad.
"I doubt that." He must have friends, but he doesn't know it. I go along with his line of thought, though. "Well, what friends DID you have?"
"Like, before all of this shit? Wade, uh, Felix, Mark. Mark was my closest friend. At least, that's what I thought."
"Where does Mark live?" I ask, ignoring the comment on Mark.
"Los Angeles." Well, damn. We're in Ireland. Can't go see him right now. "We know each other from YouTube and we used to Skype often." Okay, that might work. I'm forming a plan in my head, but I don't want him to know about it, or he might not let me. Sean lays his head back on my shoulder. "Anything else you need to know?"
"Do you still have that computer, and can I use it? I have business to tend to."
