"Breakfast time, my little gays! Prance your pretty asses to the cafeteria in ten minutes." Hayley's voice rang through the hotel around 9 the next morning.

Andy didn't move. He pushed himself closer to Pete, who was cuddling behind him. He wasn't hungry. He'd never be hungry again. Because Joe would never be hungry again.

Pete shifted in the bed behind him. He pulled away from Andy's body. Stretching stiffly. He'd spend the majority of the morning holding the hysterical Andy. At the most he probably got about two hours of sleep.

"Andy." He spoke gently. Afraid of startling the already tense man.

"Huh?"

"You need to wash all of this blood off of you. So we can go down to the cafeteria."

"No."

"Please, you have to eat."

"No."

"Well, you need to bathe."

"I don't feel like it."

"Then I'll bathe you."

Pete slid out the bed and stood up. Andy stayed balled in the fetal position. Pete pulled him to the edge and lifted him into his arms. Andy just buried his face into Pete's neck as they entered the bathroom.

Pete placed Andy on the floor as he started the shower. He wasn't sure how he liked his showers so he made the water moderately hot.

Now for the clothes. He pulled the shirt over Andy's head and pulled his pants down. Leaving the man in his boxers. Pete took a deep breath. He pulled the boxers down and lifted Andy bridal style again. Placing him in the tub.

Andy didn't move from the position he was sitting in. The water ran over his body. Turning the bottom of the white tub a crimson color as the blood rinsed off.

"Pete." Andy's voice was hoarse.

"Y-Yeah, buddy?"

"Can you get in with me?"

"What?"

"I-In the shower." He clarified. "You're covering in blood too. And I don't want to wait for you to shower. I-I don't want to be alone."

Pete deliberated for a few seconds. It's not like they would do anything wrong. Just wash rinse and leave. So Pete stripped out of his clothes. Andy stood up to make room for Pete to join.

Pete washed himself up and then washed Andy up. It wasn't as weird as he thought it would be. It was like taking care of a child.

When they were done Pete wrapped the towel around him. Andy wrapped himself up as well.

"Do you have any clothes?"

"No."

"I have a bag downstairs with clothes in it."

Andy shrugged. So Pete grabbed him up again. Carrying him to the elevator. He shifted Andy in his arms and pressed the down arrow. It lit up immediately and the door opened. Patrick stood on the inside.

His eyes narrowed as he took in the scene. His boyfriend, nearly naked. Holding another man, also nearly naked. His eyes glistened slightly. His lip quivered. Why would Pete do this?