And 你 couldn’t get out.
So 你 just cried. 你 couldn’t do anything else.
“Hey, (Y/N)…” Dally walks into your room, about to ask 你 something, then stops. “Babe, what’s wrong?” He says quietly, coming to sit down 下一个 to 你 on the bed.
“I’m just… Tired.” Is all 你 could say
“I know the feeling,” he says as he starts to rub your back.
“What are 你 doing?” 你 sniffle.
“Giving 你 a massage; what else?” He grins. “It’ll make 你 feel better.”
“Thanks,” 你 manage to smile.
