"Any time," Pierre looked up. He stared into Ethan's eyes until Ethan looked away. It was the kind of "looking into your soul" look. Ethan was pretty sure that he was looking for signs of discomfort, just like he himself was minutes ago. Or was it hours ago? Or days? He couldn't tell. And he also couldn't care less. It didn't matter. What mattered was the fact that he was holding and hugging Pierre, inhaling his sweet perfume, having his own hands on Pierre's arms and that Pierre's head was leaning against his chest. His cigarette went out a long time ago. Probably. He didn't notice until now. But he also didn't care. All that mattered was Pierre, Pierre and Pierre. He noticed his breathing stilled. The moment was somehow tranquil, he would maybe describe it as pure even. Pierre coughed a little, catching Ethan's attention.

"I...I don't know. Honestly. I don't. It's just...too much. It's not your fault by any means, I just...you know. The thing with my parents is getting worse everyday. And today and yesterday, I finally felt free, I...I felt like I could fly and be free, like, I don't have to deal with people's bullshit and I can just be myself. 'Cause the three of you won't judge me. But when I started to sing...I don't know. The anxiety came back and it hit me like a truck. When I took the first hit it disappeared. But then you didn't respond and it just...like ...what if something was actually wrong? We can't drive and still...weed is illegal. It could get us into some trouble. And my mind started to overthink again and that. Yeah, also sorry for the slap. I didn't think. Then we went to the balcony and for a while it was better. I managed to calm you. But it again came back, like the voices in my head are telling me that I didn't do enough. And it's just too much. Sorry, I know I'm talking shits, I will just - " Pierre stopped talking. He dug his chest more into Ethan's sweater.

"I should be the one apologizing, You did more than enough, Pierre. And the slap worked pretty well, honestly. I'm always here for you. No matter what the issue is." with that Ethan pressed a little kiss into Pierre's hair. But with no romantic intention in it. It was more to assure Pierre that he, in fact, is always here for him. Pierre didn't respond verbally but made himself more comfortable, legs laid across Ethan's lap and his head still against his chest. Ethan's mind went crazy with this. He didn't fuck it up, he did help Pierre and it was okay for now. All of it was okay. The sudden depression he was feeling when he started to cry was gone and he felt like he started to breathe again. And on top of that, Pierre didn't flinch or anything when Ethan kissed him. Sure, it was just a little kiss meant in platonic way, but it still showed that Pierre trusted him. At least that's what Ethan hoped for.

"Thank you," Pierre said. His voice was soft, hoarse a bit and quiet. His hands wrapped around Ethan's torso.

"Do you feel better? Honestly," Ethan asked and started to shift a bit. With the shifting he managed to move to the closest wall and lean his back against it.