Colby stood in the middle of the restaurant with his food in his hand struggling to choose a table to eat breakfast on. Just pick a goddamn table! He picked the one that seemed hidden from the world, because he didn't want to talk to anyone, didn't want to see anyone and didn't want anyone to see him like that, broken.

His hair was loose hiding his face, so he didn't notice Jon coming near him "Ooh nice hair…was it-" Jonathan started a joke but stopped immediately when Colby looked up to meet his gaze. His smile vanished from his lips once he saw Colby's sad swollen red eyes. "What happened?" He sit down in front of him, the concern in Jon's voice was palpable. The brunette clenched his eyes shut and emptied his lungs in a long almost painful sigh, then told Jon what had happened the night before.

"Shit!" The blue eyed man finally let out "How you holdin' up?" Jonathan knew he felt like crap, but he didn't know how to react to all that information.

"I'm not sure…" He took a deep breath "whether to feel sad or broken or lost… well I guess I feel all at once." He answered.

"You didn't sleep, did you?" Jon asked worried about his friend

"What makes you say that?"

"First of all, you answered my question with another question and I hate that… and you know it, second, have you looked at yourself in the mirror? I mean, don't get me wrong, but you look terrible and third," he looked at Colby's plate "Your breakfast is bacon… and jelly"

"I was just going to eat the bacon-"

"Look, are you going to talk to him?" Jon shot "Because things cannot stay the way they are right now!"

"Jonathan, I really don't think that's a good idea… He obviously doesn't want to talk to me- gosh I was an idiot, he said it himself that he regrets what we had!" Colby raised his hands to cover his face "I think it's better to just let it go…"

"You said that, but you don't mean it! Colby-" Jon started

"Listen," He bit onto a piece of bacon "I've already apologized so now only time will tell if- if he'll forgive me" The brown-eyed one stood up ready to leave but Jon grabbed his wrist

"So that's it?" Jonathan frowned. "You're giving up!?" Colby looked at the ceiling, then back to his friend and shook his head. He opened his mouth to say something but Jon said "Good, 'cause the guy I know doesn't give up no matter how tough things get or how lonely he feels, giving up is never an option!"

Well, things change, okay… and it's not giving up, it's realizing that I can go back in time and make things right. I screwed up, Jon!"

"Then, stop being a baby about it!" Jonathan's voice was louder and he was staring intensely at the other man. If you want the truth or an honest opinion about something, ask Jon, but if you can't handle the truth, just fake a smile. That's how it worked. Jon let go of the other's wrist "You're a stubborn dick, you know." But Colby ignored and kept walking toward the door, but from that same door, Joe entered the restaurant. Their eyes met, Colby could see that Joe's night hadn't been easy either, and he had an unreadable look in his eyes, but he was still handsome. Shit Colby thought. What are you thinking, Joe? Say something… but all he did was break the eye contact Good job pretending you don't know me but as he thought this, he heard Joe's voice in his head saying 'I don't'.

By the time Joe arrived, that place was almost full, but he manage to spot Jonathan sitting with a thoughtful look.

"Is this sit taken?" Said Joe, pointing at the wooden chair where Colby was sitting before. Jon shook his head in response "So-"

"Great night, huh?" Jon joked

"You know…"

"Yup! What are you gonna do about it?" The taller man asked expectantly

"I am going to have breakfast and then I'm going to get my phone back." Jon rolled his eyes at him. There was a little pause, until Joe asked shyly "How's he doing?"

"He- Why don't you ask him yourself?" Said Jon annoyed "Stop being such a pussy, God!"

"Because I don't want to talk to him! Can we please talk about something else now!? Thank you"

"Avoiding one another will not make you any happier, I'm just sayin'"

Whenever they saw each other they put on a show so the other could see they were happy without them – a really mature thing to do in these situations, of course – they avoided eye contact at all cost and sometimes they pretended they didn't see one another.

Thursday came along and just before Seth Rollins went down to the ring, Colby bumped into Joe who, very casually, said "Good luck out there, break a leg… or a nose" and chuckled. That got the brown-eyed man thinking that that was it, Joe had moved on – only a week after the break-up, but that's when one's mind starts playing them like a fox – only instead of moving on as well (as he should), he quit trying to do so.

It was past midnight and Joe was fast asleep when his phone rang. He picked up "Hello" But he heard no reply, he looked at the screen to see who was on the other side of the line "Colby?" Silence. "Colby, are you there?" He finally heard Colby breathing slowly. "Colby, what the hell is going on? Col-"

"J- Joe?" Colby spoke

"What's wrong?" Joe asked concerned. The other man chuckled, but he was far from happy. Silence followed "Colby?" In just a second Joe jumped out of bed and turned the lights on "Tell me you're there" Silence again. "Colby?"

"Yes" His husky voice was finally heard "I'm here, I'm here"

"Have you been drinking?"

"You don't miss much, do you?"

"Where the heck are you?" Joe asked struggling to put his shirt on.

"I'm in my room, but-"

"I'll be right there! Stay where you are!" Joe interrupted him

"No… Joe, don't bother coming… I- I'm just a little drunk. I'm sorry I called."

"No, don't hang up! Colby, don't han- Shit" Joe left his room toward the elevator "Come on, come on" He mumbled through clenched teeth pressing the button endless times. As soon as he stepped off the elevator, he rushed to Colby's hotel room. The door was open, an empty bottle of scotch was blocking it from closing. It was dark and quiet inside, like no one was there. "Colby. You're freaking me out, man. Are you there?" Joe couldn't hide the concern in his voice

"I told you not to come" Said Colby, his voice sounded almost like a whisper. The taller man grabbed the bottle that was stopping the door in order to close it and ran his fingers through the wall till he found the switch. Joe held his breath when he saw Colby sitting on the floor against the bed with another bottle of scotch – this one was almost full though – in his hand.

"I don't know how to be someone that you would miss"