Nate had picked up flowers at a shop his mother used to love and drove to the graveyard, going to visit Hunter. His phone was silenced, so Nate didn't see the notification.

Dakota waited anxiously

Nate spent hours standing by his brother's grave, crying.

Dakota eventually called him

Nate felt the vibration of his phone in his pocket, so he pulled it out, answering her. "Yeah?" he said roughly.

"what can I do to help you?" She asked softly. "Do you just need someone to listen while you talk, cuddles, what do you need?"

"I'm fine,"

"Stop saying you're fine! You're not and I can see it. Tell me what's wrong, Nate"

"Its my fucking brothers birthday! Is that what you wanted to hear?!" he yelled back.

Dakota was silent, flinching slightly. "S-sorry"