Alfred was in his bedroom, sitting in the corner farthest from the door curled up into a ball. He scolded himself for letting what had been said get to him. Arthur made fun of him all the time. It was no big deal, right? "Alfred! Alfred! Where are you? Did you forget that we- Al…?" Mathew said walking into his brother's bedroom. "Go away…" Al said pulling a pillow over his head. "Al, what's wrong? Are you alright?" Mathew said obviously concerned. "I said, GO AWAY!" Al yelled getting up. He threw his pillow at Matthew then shoved his brother out of the doorway and ran. He had to push Matt to get through. As he passed Mathew saw the tears on his brother's face. "Al! Al! Come on Al! Get back here!" Mathew said as loudly as his soft voice would allow him. Matt ran down the hallway in pursuit of his brother. After a few minutes of running, Mathew caught up to him. Al was sitting on the floor of a dead-end hallway. Alfred's face was buried in-between his knees. Mathew knelt down and wrapped his arms around Alfred. "Al… Al what's wrong…?" Mathew whispered. Al shoved his face into his brother's chest. Al mumbled some words Matthew could not understand and the two sat there until Alfred's tears stopped. As Mathew wiped away the last of his brother's tears, Alfred started laughing. "Al?" Mathew said. "I-I got y-your sweatshirt all wet" Alfred said between fits of laughter. Matt looked down at his soaked sweatshirt and joined his brother…