"Sorry about that last one, Andy," Joe runs a hand through his now short hair.

"Guess what! I got my hair cut for you,"

"I know you never liked it long," Joe really doesn't want to cry.

"You'd like it, I think," Joe looks in the mirror, fixing his hair a bit.

"I got a new tattoo today. It's on the side of my left wrist. It says A.H. on it. I think it's my new favourite," Joe smiles for the first time in two months.

"I miss you, Andrew John. I really do," Joe sighs lovingly.

"I love you," before he hangs up.

Maybe Patrick is right. Maybe he shouldn't still call Andy.

"Joe? You're okay, right? Please tell me you're okay," Patrick doesn't even give Joe a chance to say anything when he answers. "Because if you aren't okay, I'm going to cry. And I don't like to cry,"

"Hey, Patrick, I'm okay," Joe says softly into the phone. "I'm good. How's Pete?"

"I'm good, JTroh," Pete says into the phone.

"He's good," Patrick repeats.

"That's good. I just wanted to thank you for what you've done for me for the past two months and way before that, too," Patrick laughs.

"Don't worry about it, Joe. You're my best friend," Joe can hear Pete yell 'Hey!' before Patrick laughs again.

"I'll let you go,"

"Don't hesitate to call me, Joe," Patrick whispers at the last second.

Oh, Joe won't.

Swear.