The tour was progressing slowly, and to JC it seemed to go by with less than a snail's pace. He was starting to feel sick, his nose was stuffing up, and his stomach was dipping too much whenever he and Justin would have interaction that resulted in the still quiet between them. No one seemed to notice their lack of communication, even Justin himself.
Their tour bus remained oddly quiet, only growing loud with voices when Chris and Justin played their video games. At night though when Chris was making it an early night and Justin would fall asleep in the back watching late night television, JC would listen to the music in his headphones and read in the front of the bus, slowly being lulled to sleep before he would wake from a turn the bus would take and walk to his bunk.
He had been reading a Grisham novel when he had fallen asleep and when he woke up and saw it on the ground, his page lost, he let out a deep breath. His tissues were scattered around him and he sniffled before picking them up, disposing them in the small trash bin that was by the small kitchenette.
JC looked to the clock and sighed seeing it in the early morning hours and he turned back towards the bunk area. Another tour date, followed by many, and then he would have a small break. A small break that didn't seem to be coming faster than he hoped.
He was pushing back his blanket on his bunk when he heard a sniffle. He sniffled himself, checking and making sure he hadn't made the noise and then he heard another sniffle. Looking towards the area the noise came from, the back of the bus, he checked Chris's occupied bunk before slowly walking back there.
He pulled the door slowly opened and bit his lip when he saw Justin's back to him, followed by a sniffle with the raise of his shoulders.
"You sick Justin?" JC asked and watched Justin jump before shaking his head, still not turning around.
"I'm fine."
"Justin," JC sighed, reaching into his pocket and taking out a tissue. "Do you need any of my medicine?"
He circled around Justin, ignoring the fact he was trying to avoid JC's stare. When he saw the tears coming down Justin's face he took a deep breath and waited for Justin to look at him. So much was written on his face and so much screamed to him when they locked eyes.
"You're not sick," JC said slowly and Justin looked down slowly after taking the tissue from him. "What's wrong?"
"I got in a fight with my mom," Justin sighed. He blinked back up to JC, only for a moment and then patted the seat across from him. JC took it slowly, and Justin couldn't help but make a quick smile. "Can I talk about it with you?"
And JC nodded, holding back his own smile at having his friend back.