Pull it together, Joe!
The Samoan cursed his hands for trembling. He cursed the hot tears that brimmed his eyes, collecting in long lashes, cursed the numb feeling that had taken over his entire body like the snowy static of a broken TV. Why couldn’t he have just lost his temper? Anger he could have dealt with. Anger he could have taken to the gym, and made good use of, (and had a decent cover for if either of the others were to find him in that state), but a total breakdown like this for reasons even he couldn’t explain? There’d be no talking his way around that. His knees slowly gave out under him, and he slid down their bedroom wall to the floor, and hung his head as the tears began to fall, face hidden behind wavy raven locks…