"Hello? Troy?"
"Hi, Eric.” My friend answers through the speaker of my phone. "Is everything ok?"
"Not really. How have you guys been?"
"Fine, kind of. Today hasn't been that good."
"I'm in the same situation. Do you want to play some games?"
"Yeah, sure." Troy sighs before chuckling slightly. "That might cheer Kevin up. Is gang beasts ok?"
"Yes, that's ok.
"Cool. I'll start a Skype call in a minute, bye."
"Bye."
After a few rounds of gang beasts and a ton of dumb jokes, we decide is time to play another game. I'm glad that this activity has helped Lovatt to feel better today. It has helped me as well, but all the anxiety and doubts return with a text message.
"Er-Troy, Kevin." I say, looking at my phone's screen. "I have to go."
"Oh, come on! We
