His eyes are red and puffy, and his cheaks are tear-stained.

“Just one of those days, huh?” I set my purse on the table.

He nods, wiping his eyes.

“Do you want to talk about it?”

He shrugs, “I don’t know.”

Sure. I know better than that.

“I’m sure you wouldn’t mind a massage,” I grin.

He smiles in response.

“I knew it.”

Before I sit down behind him, he looks up at me. “I do want to talk,” His eyes are so damn blue.

“Of course.”

He sniffles back some tears, “I hate when I fucking cry in front of you,” He mutters.

“It’s okay,” I take his hand.

“Where the fuck does Kevin get the idea that he’s God, where?!” When Nick gets like this, the best thing to do is to let him fume. “I usually just let it go,” He continues. “But this was the last fucking straw.”

“What happened?”

“If I were in my right mind I’d leave the band, he pushed the fucking line.”

“What happened?” I repeat.

“Does it matter? It’s just the same old high and mighty Kevin shit.”

“Oh.”

Nick runs his hands through his messy blond hair. “I try so hard, Amber, I really do.”

“I know.”

“I just don’t know what to do.”

I look at him and sigh, “Baby, just breath.”

A slight smile forms across his lips. “I’ll be okay,” He looks into my eyes.”

“I never doubted it.”

He puts his arm around my shoulders and pulls me into a hug. “I really wanna do something, though. I can’t just act like it doesn’t matter.”

“What do you want to do?”

“Amber, what would you think if I decided to quit the band?” He asks firmly.

Shit.