"Ethan? Ethan?!" He turned his head to the side, just to meet Pierre's worried eyes. Then he realized the context of the situation. Pierre was squeezing his hand. He probably didn't answer. He needed to say something. But since he is an idiot, all he can think about are Pierre's beautiful, brown, calming eyes- he needs therapy. And he needs to answer his friends. But all he was able to say was something in the style of "ohh?". His friends didn't look like they were really satisfied with an answer like this.

"Ethan. Are you okay? Is everything fine?" Pierre was worried. He made him worried. He wanted to laugh and to cry at the same time. His head started to hurt. Lyrics and melody he was hearing were more clear yet he couldn't understand. The room started to spin lightly. Thousands of thoughts flashed through his head, but none of them was clear. He felt lost in his thoughts, but they were comfortable. He felt comfortable in chaos. He was crazy.

"Ethan!" A light slap on his cheek cleared his head a little. He didn't realize he closed his eyes until he had to open them again. He met his friends' worried gaze. Lana was stroking his palm. Harry was beside her, just resting her hand on his thigh. Her hand was warm and it was bothering him. But it was also so comfortable, so calming. It didn't make sense. He wanted to shiver, to make her let go of him, but he knew that if he did it, the warm calming feeling would be gone. And he didn't want that. Pierre's hand was placed on his face, he was probably the one that slapped him, and he looked the most worried of all of them. It made his heart ache. Perhaps it was his head, telling him that he is just imagining all this, that hurt his heart more.

"Ethan. Please answer. Are you okay? Is everything okay? Ethan!" Harry squeezed his thigh harder. As much as he wanted to say "no", because he wasn't fucking okay, he still nodded and mumbled little "yeah".

"Ethan. You don't look fine," as much as he appreciated Pierre's concert, he hated it. He didn't want to ruin the fun and make his friends worried over his stupid thoughts.

"Don't look in that case," he was harsh. He hated himself for it. He shouldn't have said that. Of course he wanted Pierre to look, but not now, not in this situation.

"No fucking way I'm not gonna look in this case. C'mon. Get up." Pierre said as he got up, reaching his arm to him. Ethan, thinking about the situation, creating the dirtiest and the saddest scenarios in his mind, grabbed the hand and practically let Pierre pull him to his feet. Pierre, however, didn't let go of his hand and dragged him out of the room. Ethan could still hear the music and he almost felt the concerned gaze of Lana and Harry on his back.