UPDATE NUMBER ONE WOOHOO LET'S DO THIS

"Hey, Andy," Joe sighs into the phone. No answer again.

"Sorry for bothering you, you know," He whispers, trying not to cry.

"I just.. I miss you really bad," He continues.

"I love you, a lot. Forever and always, right?" He laughs dryly.

"I guess I'll leave you alone now," Joe almost hangs up.

"Bye, I love you," Then he hangs up. Getting sent to voicemail by the guy you love isn't the best situation he's ever been in.

He decides to call Patrick, who's probably with Pete. "Hello?" Patrick says, breathing hard.

"Patrick, can you come get me? I'm drunk," Joe says.

"Where are you?" Patrick's not breathing heavily anymore, and Joe can hear Pete's voice faintly in the background.

"Andy's front yard," Patrick sighs, shaking his head.

"I'll be there as soon as I get dressed,"

"Okay, Patrick. Thank you. I love you," He can hear Patrick's sigh.

"I love you too, Joe,"

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As Joe gets in the car, Patrick says, "Man, you have to stop coming here. It's not good for you,"

"But I love him, Patrick," Joe starts crying, leaning into Patrick's chest. Patrick feels bad now as he plays with Joe's hair.

"I know you do, buddy," Patrick and Joe stay like that for about twenty minutes.

"You're an amazing friend, Patrick," Patrick laughs, shaking his head.

"No, I just do what anyone would do. Do you want to come home with Pete and me? Or do you want me to take you home?" Joe snuggles farther into his chest, and Patrick knows the answer, driving to the house that he and Pete share.

This is going to be a long night.