John's POV:
I do believe him, you know. But I've been told many times that I'm actually worth life, and never did it ever make me feel better. But let's be cliché and say that this time I actually felt a little spark.
But this time it did make me feel a little spark, running up and down my spine. I noticed that if I sat closer to Eric it became more, and if I sat further away the nothingness took over again. I held on desperately to this feeling, that was new and at the same time old, and buried my face in Eric's shoulder.
Suddenly the door opened and Michael peeked around the corner. "Oh, I'm sorry... just wondering where you were. Are you alright?" He asked. Eric nodded. "Okay... are you coming for dinner in fifteen minutes?" Michael asked. "I think so... what do you think, John?" I mumbled something. "I don't care."
Eric's POV:
Depressed? Michael formed with his mouth. I nodded. Good luck, he said soundlessly, and closed the door. Now I didn't know what to do anymore. I noticed John had snuggled closer to me, and put my arms around him. I planted a soft kiss on his forehead. "We're always here for you, John. Even if you think we aren't."