Clyde doesn't even remember the last time he went home, but after what happened yesterday, he decided to have some time for himself. He called his mom to let her know that he's going home, after his mom asked the details, Clyde just said he just got back from a funeral of a friend.

Clyde knocked on the front door, he feels a little anxious to meet his parents, but it's better than having to live his normal life for a while. Not long after, his mom opened the door. It was just like old times, his parents were never the talkative type. They could go all day without speaking to each other, just a simple yes or no--or sometimes, a nod--would suffice for his parents. Clyde went in, trying to hide the fact that he needed someone.

"Is everything okay?" his mom asked out of the blue. For a moment, there was only silence as Clyde tries to figure out how to react.

"N-no, it's nothing." Clyde hurried to his room, with watery eyes.