Devans P.O.V
    I'm so zoned out again so I don't even realize that again I'm being talked to. "Devan...Collins will you please get his attention?" and I'm nudged.

    Looking up I see that we're not at home, instead we're at Panda Express. "What do you want bud?" I shake my head "nowthing." Everyone sighs and Collins unbuckles me and takes me out of the car. Mom and dad get out and we walk in.

Collins P.O.V
    "What is wrong with him? He's clearly hungry, his stomach was growling like crazy, I bet he's super thirsty but he doesn't want anything. Not even iced tea!" I have to admit, I was completely shocked when Devan turned down his all time favorite drink and I know everyone else was to.

    When he rejects Panda Express in the car I sigh with everyone else. "Maybe the smell of food will change his mind." I think, so I reach over, I unbuckle him, and take him out of the car. "Do you think the smell of food will change his mind?" I ask dad who nods "at the very least we're getting some dinner. But if he doesn't want anything let's take it home with us and eat it there." All three of us nod and walk in with Devan in my arms.

    Devan doesn't do anything when we walk in and shakes his head when we ask what he wants. Defeated we order then go back to the car as dad picks up the food.

    Mom and I look worriedly at each other as Devan zones out again. "What's wrong with him? No Panda Express, no food at all, not even iced tea?" Mom shakes her head in defeat "I don't know Collins, I don't know."

Dad comes back and the aroma of food fills the car. Devans stomach growls though Devan himself doesn't respond.

Devans P.O.V
I'm so hungry, the pain is killing me, and I'm super tired. All in all I just wanna cry. "Don't do it Devan. Don't make them think your as bad as you are. Hold it in and be a man."

We get home and everyone gets out. Dad unbuckles me and gently takes my hand leading me inside. When we get inside dad leans down and gently starts talking to me.

    I don't really hear anything until the end "...so what do you want to do?" I shrug. "Go upstairs and cry." Is all I think but I can't say the cry part so I open my mouth and "go upstaiwrs" comes out. Dad nods "up to your room?" I nod "to draw? Or to sleep?" I nod not responding to either option, just nodding so they would leave me alone.

    Dad hesitates then smiles at me and touches my face "ok bud, just know we're here for you ok?" I nod again and walk up to my room, closing the door behind me.

    I look around my room at my art things and consider painting. Painting has always helped me calm down. "I don't think it will this time though. I don't even think I'll be able to start painting before I collapse in pain." So I give up on the idea and climb up my bed and lay down.

    I don't even know what happened next besides I feel sobs forming in my throat and just give up trying to hold it in and start sobbing.

    I must have been crying for a bit but suddenly I hear the door open and hands go around my middle picking me up and setting me down on a lap.

     A comfortable sweatshirt engulfs me, I lean into the sweatshirt and the chest underneath it, as strong, big, comfortable arms wrap themselves around me and hold me tightly.

    I think I know who it is, but at this point I don't really care and I just sob into the chest I'm being tightly held to. A thumb tries to wipe away the tears, but more just take the place of the previous ones and the thumb gives up.

Collins P.O.V
I walk upstairs to my room to get a sweatshirt on and I think I hear something from Devans room. Hesitating in my doorway I look down at my messy floor, then pick up a sweatshirt and put it on.

The noise from Devans room continues so I walk closer. After standing next to the door for a minute I realize it's crying.

Opening the door I see Devan collapsed on his bed sobbing into his pillow. "Why is he crying?" I pick him up and sit him on my lap. Wrapping my arms around him he collapses into my chest and keeps sobbing.

"He has so many tears. How long has he been holding all this back?" I try to wipe away some of his tears with my thumb, but more just take its place so I give up and just hold him close.

After about 10 minutes his crying slows to just sniffles and hiccups. I look down to his small head resting on my shoulder with his forehead pressed against my neck.

He has dry tear lines running down his face which is red and puffy from crying. I run my hand over his hair "wow he has soft hair. Stop it Collins, your here to comfort him not marvel at his baby-soft hair!"

"Dev?" He just sniffles in response. "What's wrong bud?" After he still says nothing I pull back so I can look at his face properly. "Devan? Look at me bro." He obeys and opens his eyes, which are wet and extremely blood-shot.

"Why are you crying?" He just sniffles and looks down away from my eyes. "Devan, tell me" I whisper trying my best to comfort him, even though I don't know his pain.

"It hurts" he whispers and I'm barely able to catch the words. "What hurts?" "Evewrything" he whimpers. "Ok, are you hungry? Do you want some of my food?" He whimpers and shakes his head. "Why? Your clearly starving, so why won't you eat?" "It huwrts to much and I wiwl throw up if I eat." I nod slowly "makes sense. Is that why you won't drink either?" He nods and fall forward onto my chest again.

Sighing I put my arms around him again. "Do you need something for the pain?" He shrugs and hiccups. "Well can I at least try and make you laugh?" He shakes his head no. "Ok well, challenge accepted."

He grunts and buries his face a little further into my chest. "Oh come on man, you know I can make you laugh! And I'm not leaving you alone until you do either!" After a few seconds he fake laughs and I can't help but really laugh.

"That was not a real laugh at all!" He whimpers and I nudge the side of his face with my own. "What about when mom started shaking up the Parmesan container and the lid was loose? Remember that? The Parmesan went EVERYWHERE!" He hiccups and there's no sign of even a smile.

    "No? Ok, I can try again...Deevvaaan" I nudge his face again with my own face and he turns his head to the other side. "Woah, hey! Not fair!" I feel a small smile. "Guess memories won't work. But looks like just being funny will."

    "Now I can't annoy you!" and I put my head next to his face again "wait...looks like I still can." He turns his head again. "Hey come on! This is not fair at all!" Again there's a tiny smile.

    Playing along I keep doing that until Devan laughs. But as soon as he laughs he starts crying again. "Woah hey! Why are you crying again?" Through his sobs I hear "it huwrts!"

     I sigh and hold him tightly to me. "Maybe you should stop Collins." "I'm sorry bud. I'm the worst brother ever." and I just hold him until he crys himself to sleep.