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God.
Please make it easy. For me.
For us.
Amen.
He knocks softly.
"Drew? Bro?" He walks in. Drew was hunched on the floor. Right in front of the wall.
He had his face covered with both hands. The reason the sound was muffled.
The uncontrollable sobs.
Peter-John is not sure what is going on. He is not sure what he should do.
But as he walks closer, Drew gets up. He turns and walks into Peter-John. Pulling him in.
Puts his right hand behind Peter-John's head. Gently.
Puts his head against his head and neck. His left hand around his back.
He sobs more.
Softly.
Peter-John puts his arms around him. They remain like this.
Peter-John focusses on his breathing. Slow breathes in.
Slow breathes out.
Peace upon the Messenger. Peace upon the Messenger. Peace upon the Messenger.
Peace upon the Messenger of Love. Peace upon the Messenger of God.