The sound of sobbing was enough to draw Jake over to the closes spot he could approximate to her location. It was never good if there was crying involved, "hey...hey...are you alright?"

He went over to his bed and slipped the paper back under his mattress before going right back to the wall. He could handle shit, or at least he liked to believe he could...but the crying...the crying of others always broke down his tough guy-ness with concern for them.