"Fuck you," Joe screams into the phone.

"Fuck you for making me feel like this and then not picking up the phone, Andy,"

"Fuck you to fucking hell and back," Joe lets out a sob.

"You know how hard it is to watch Pete and Patrick be so in love?" Joe rubs a hand across his already wet face.

"Fuck, Andy, that was us two months ago!" He yells again. If he's not quiet, the cops will surely be called.

"Fuck you," He spits once more before hanging up.

"Fuck my life. Fuck everything!" Joe bangs his head on the wall.

"What did I do to deserve this?" He asks, getting onto his knees.

"Huh, God? What did I do?!" Joe better be glad he has big hair or the amount of times he's banging his head into that wall wouldn't have a good outcome.

Joe curls up in a ball, hugging his knees into his chest. And that's how Patrick finds him. In the bathroom, on the floor, crying his eyes out.

"Joe," He leans down and presses a hand against Joe's forehead. "Fuck, Joe," He shakes him awake.

Joe opens his eyes, confused and neck hurting from being on the bathroom floor for who knows how long. "Come on Joe," Patrick picks him up bridal style and carries him to his car, where Pete is waiting.

Pete's eyes go wide as he jumps out to help Patrick. "What the fuck, man?" Joe just blinks tiredly before he is taken from Patrick's arms by Pete, whose arms are more muscular.

Pete sets him down carefully on the backseat before getting out to converse with Patrick. Joe can't hear much, just Pete asking what happened and Patrick briefly explaining.

But what he doesn't miss is the kiss they share before Patrick races around to the driver's seat. It makes Joe's stomach churn.

He misses Andy so fucking much.