It had been a long day; Cry had stayed up till two in the morning recording. Pewdiepie interrupted about the last twelve minutes of it. "Heeey, bros!" Pewdie leaned over to the microphone. "PEWDS!" Cry screeched, slapping his arm a couple times. "That's not funny! I'll have to redo that part now!" He saved quickly and stood up, he had his arms crossed. Pewdie chuckled to himself; he took a sip of his coffee. "You should be in bed."
Cry rolled his eyes. "Fine, see you in the morning friend." … Friend. He hated saying that, especially to him. He thought of him as more than a friend. Pewdie had offered for him to stay with him since he lost his house. Cry had agreed after he practically begged him too… He was very thankful.
Though he didn't want to go to bed so he sat on the couch and patted the spot next to him. "Sit." Pewdie cocked an eyebrow, and then shrugged. He sat down beside Cry. There was barely enough light to fill the room, only enough to see where you were going, sorta. Pewdie leaned over and grabbed the small chain, pulling it. It made a click and light filled half of the room. He stared at Cry. "Why do you wear that masked?" He asked carefully, unsure how Cry would react to his question. He hadn't meant to ask, it was on his mind and it just … slipped out. He slapped his hands over his mouth. "Sorry. You don't have to answer that."
There was a long silence; it was so quiet you could hear the crickets outside and creaking of the house. Cry sighed heavily. "Because." That was all he said. Pewdie quickly added. "I-I mean you don't look bad or anything, you're average body type. So why-.." Cry cut him off. "Because, It's my cover, my safety blanket. If people can't see my face, they can't point out flaws or what ugly faces I can make. This mask … protects me." He sounded as if he might burst into tears any minute. Pewdie was about to hug him, but Cry put his hand on his chest, moving him back and used the other to remove his mask, his hair flopped down onto his face. He slowly looked up at Pewdie; he was terrified of what he was going to say. He adjusted his glasses, staring at him.
Pewdiepie was shocked, Cry was … quite handsome. He blinked a few times and rubbed his eyes. "I didn't expect you to look like that." Either it was how he said it or something that made Cry fumble to put his mask back on. Pewds took the mask away from him. "No.. no. I mean you didn't look how I expected you too." He grunted. "You look fine."
Cry sighed with relief. "Oh…" He caught himself staring at Pewdie, his heart beating faster. He should look away or something. But … he didn't.
As cry leaned in, pewds jerked his head back, startled by Cry's actions. "Wh-what are you doing?" He stuttered out. Cry's eyes opened quickly, his face now dark red. Cry turned away, embarrassed by his actions. He got up and ran, hearing pewdie calling his name and footsteps behind him slapping the ground, drawing closer by the minute. Cry was now panicking, how was he going to explain why he did that? Would pewds be disgusted by him or-? Before he could finish that thought pewdie grabbed his shoulder, turning him around and hugged him tightly. He laid one hand on the top of Cry's head and wrapped the other around his waist. "Why did you run away from me…?" Pewdie asked softly. Cry started stuttering. "I-I … um." He laid his head on pewds chest and started to sob softly at first. Pewdie was shocked; He grabbed Cry's shoulders and pried him off of himself.
Pewdie said nothing, he just stared down at his sobbing friend.