John sat on his bed looking down at his feet and thinking about all the good and bad times he had with his brother. Tears fell from his closed eye lids and down to the floor as he angrily took off his glasses and dug the heel of his palm into his eyes. He whipped the last tear from his eye just as there was a knock at his door.
"Liv? What are you doing here?"
"I just came to see if you were ok" Olivia looked at the broken man in front of her and saw the redness of his eyes and knew he had been crying. John walked away from her and over to the couch. Olivia watched his as he did so and allowed herself entrance to his apartment. She following his movements sat beside him as he put his head in his hands and shook his head.
"I can't…I can't" was all John said.
"What can't you do?" Olivia asked confused.
"I can't go to the funeral…I can't be there when they put my brother in the ground…I'm not strong enough" John confessed.
"John…you're the strongest person I know. You have to go…you have to be there for your family" Olivia said placing her hand over his.
"Will you come with me?" John looked up into her eyes, which held a pleading look "please" the question had come to a shock to her but none the less she agreed.
"Of course I will" she smiled at him and squeezed his hand tightly and for the first time since he found out about his brother's death he smiled too.