Author's Note:

David walked numbly to the house that Ian and Anthony shared. It was a long walk, but he needed the time to think before he saw anyone. He had contemplated going back to his apartment several times, but something told him it was better to see someone than no one. He saw the "smosh house" lawn*, one that he had seen in many of their videos and the house in which he had many good memories. He walked up the drive, past the most unkempt lawn on the street, and knocked on the door. When there was no sound from inside, David knocked harder and kept knocking until a sleepy Anthony opened the door. David hadn't realised that it was now very dark outside and probably in the middle of the night.
"Hey David." Anthony said slightly annoyed to have been woken up. However, when he looked at David disheveled appearance he added: "Are you alright dude?"
"Can I talk to Ian?" David replied, grumbling. Anthony shot him a concerned look, but just nodded and walked back into the house, inviting David in. David stood still, refusing the offer.

Anthony shrugged and walked into Ian's bedroom after knocking. Ian groaned and turned over, ignoring Anthony.
"Ian?" Anthony called. There was no response. "Ian!" Anthony repeated.
"What?" Ian groaned from under the sheets.
"David's outside, he's asking for you."
"David? You're fucking with me." Ian said appearing from out of the sheets.
"I'm honestly not." Anthony replied. Ian knew when Anthony was lying, and this was not one of those times.
"Alright."

Ian rolled out of bed and quickly put on a pair of jeans and a t-shirt. While he was getting dressed, reasons why David was asking for him in the middle of the night. He tried not to focus on it, not letting his mind get too carried away with excitement. He walked to the front door and there stood David, as Anthony had said.
"Hey Lasercorn!" Ian said enthusiastically. When he didn't reply, Ian noticed that David's eyes were red and puffy as though he had been crying, he wouldn't look Ian in the eye, and his hands hang loosely at his sides. "David, are you okay?". David didn't look up at Ian, but clenched his fists in frustration. "David?" Ian repeated, with a softer tone. Ian flinched as David raised his hands quickly going towards Ian's body, but David embraced Ian strongly. He returned the hug cautiously.

Ian could feel David sobbing in his arms, Davids face was buried in Ian's shoulder, and he was slowly transferring all of his weight onto Ian. Ian held David closely, still not sure why David had began crying, but as he felt hot tears on his shirt, he realised that David would tell him in his own time.
"Hey buddy, it's okay. Come inside. Come on." Ian said softly, gently pulling David with him as he walked back into the house. They sat on the couch with David still clinging on to Ian, head resting on his chest, unable to lift his head.

David continued crying, unstopping. He didn't care anymore that he probably looked and sounded like an idiot. He couldn't control it anymore. At this moment he knew that Ian was the right person to come to. Anyone else would have asked him too many questions, questions that he didn't want to answer, but Ian remained silent and patient. Ian's hold on David was strong, which David needed as he felt as though he was falling apart. He didn't even notice when Anthony walked in, and Ian had told him that he probably should just go back to bed.

As David continued to cry on him, Ian couldn't help but enjoy the close contact they were sharing at that moment. He could smell David's familiar scent, which had become so comforting to him over the years. Eventually David's crying subsided, and his breathing became slower. Ian realised that David had fallen asleep on top of him. Realising also that it was the middle of the night and he had been woken up from a very deep sleep, and he slowly found himself dipping his head down so that it was resting on the top of David's head, until he too fell asleep.

"Wake up guys." Anthony said before entering the main room where he knew Ian and David were. "Woah...alright." Anthony said when he noticed the tangled forms of Ian and David. David groaned as he woke, and Ian stretched behind him. David separated himself from Ian and stood up.
"Bathroom?" he asked sleepily. In truth he didn't need the bathroom, but he didn't want to face anybody, not just yet.
"Round that corner." Ian replied, yawning slightly. When he saw that David was out of earshot Anthony walked over to Ian.
"Did you find out what's up with him?" he asked. Ian shook his head.
"No, not yet. But, would you mind leaving for a bit so that I could talk to him alone?" Ian replied.
"Sure. Just call me if you need me." Anthony said as he grabbed his wallet and keys, heading towards the door.

Meanwhile, in the bathroom, David looked in the mirror and sighed heavily. His eyes were bloodshot and puffy, his hair seemed to be sticking up in a solid peaks, and his clothes were creased and crumpled, forming a terrible piece of abstract art. He ran cold water in the tap and tried to wake himself up. He had almost forgotten why he even felt depressed...almost.

"Where did Anthony go?" David asked as he walked back into the room where Ian was sat.
"He went out. Had to do something." Ian explained. David nodded and sat down next to Ian on the couch. Neither said anything, they just listened to the silence between them. Ian was the one who eventually broke the silence.
"Do you want to talk about it?" he asked cautiously. David sighed and hung his head in his hands. He paused for a moment before getting up and walking over to his jacket which he had discarded on the floor last night. Ian saw him rummage around in the pocket before taking out a letter. It was scrunched and looked as though it had been well read. Ian recognised it as one of the letters that Michael received from the army.

David handed the letter over to Ian, without directly looking at the younger man. He watched him read it, slowly, then again as though checking that what he had read was really what was written. His face was horror stricken. He looked, unblinking at the letter then back up at David. David couldn't look him in the eye. His gaze seemed fixed on something on his shoes.
"I'm so sorry, David." Ian said, his voice cracking as he could feel tears grow from inside him. David didn't respond. "David?" Ian called again, and again he was met with silence from David, but he saw a tear roll down the boys face and realised that David had started to cry again, silently. Ian quickly embraced David, letting tears overcome him as well. he realised that he was not crying so much on Michael's behalf, he barely knew him, and didn't get on well when they had met, though he felt some grief, he felt more upset for David. He had known him for so long and even had feelings for him. To see David in this state hurt Ian.

David held on to Ian tightly. He was too exhausted to make a sound as he cried and he was slowly finding it harder to stand. He leant most of his weight against Ian, burying his face in his shoulder, until even Ian could not hold his weight anymore. He felt Ian direct him towards the couch where they had slept, and both collapsed on to it. They soon fell asleep again, emotionally exhausted.

When David woke up again, he was still on the couch, but Ian had disappeared. He looked around the room and saw him in the kitchen speaking with Anthony, apparently telling him what had happened. It was Anthony who first saw that David was awake.
"Hey, dude. Ian just told told me what happened. I am so sorry." Anthony said in a comforting tone. David sighed and remained silent. It was silent in the room for several moments before David said: "Do you guys want to play some video games?"
Ian smiled and Anthony said: "Sure."

"Michael told me that when we were together he saw no darkness in the world." David explained as he, Ian, and Anthony mindlessly played a game on the screen. He had been slowly talking through what he felt through out the day. "He's right. There is no darkness here, just pure white pain."

*yes I know they didn't have the smosh house that soon, but I'm just trying to make the passage of time faster here, okay?

Author's Note: Pretty much just angst in this chapter. Sorry.