Mike went into the church in a daze.

He couldn't believe it.

His (ex) girlfriend chose to break up with him on the day half his family was getting buried six feet under.

Mike couldn't handle it.

About halfway through the funeral, Mike broke down. He let out a loud sob as guests were going up to speak about the lives of Edmund and Delilah and people stared.

Everyone stared.

Mike excused himself and practically ran out of the church. He sat under a tree in the courtyard and cried and cried. A few minutes later he heard footsteps and looked up.

Micky.

Micky didn't say a word and neither did Mike. Micky sat on the ground and wrapped an arm around Mike's shoulders. Despite what Micky liked, Mike didn't complain. He didn't have the energy.

Besides the occasional chirping of birds, the only sound heard was Mike's sobbing. He sniffled and, though his face was red and he looked like a mess, Micky laid his head on Mike's shoulder.

And for once, Mike didn't mind.