He suddenly sighed tiredly, his eyes sad, “Yeah, I guess I need to talk to you too.”
“Do you know somewhere quiet?” I asked, barely hearing myself over the music.
He nodded and grabbed my hand, leading me through the crowd, and out the back door. We went over to a large oak tree where we could only faintly hear the music in the house behind us. He sat down his back against the trunk of the tree and stared off into space, me standing awkwardly aside.
“Andy?”
He turned, his deep eyes digging into me, “yes?”
“I’m sorry.” I turned away, I could feel the tears ready to burst out from inside of me, and I didn’t want him to see. But he knew, he always knew. He had always showed up in my life when I needed him the most, and moments later his arms were wrapped around me, giving me his warm hug I hadn’t felt in ages.
“Me too.” He whispered
The tears came freely then, and I cried on his shoulder, just like he always let me, whenever things went wrong.