Chapter 272:07 PM 2/2/13He sits himself down on the bed and lightly scratches at the top of his head, biting his lip down as, next door, he hears Jonathan and Munky speaking lowly, the moon full in the sky, a milk dish filled to the brim. In the door ahead of him, he could hear soft sobs, the sounds breaking him down inside. In the bed in front of his own lay Head, the guitarist dressed in a black denim shirt with pockets and buttons running down the front, the collars pulled down neatly, a large silver chain around his collars. Fieldy loudly groans and kicks at the bed's sheets, Head lifting up his eyes to him. "Dammit! I hate this shit!! Why do I