Barclay wanted to be mad so bad, he wanted to snarl at Ashton and perhaps punch him in the face. Trent was one of his friends, Trent was one of his best friends, and now he was in there, bleeding, and...
And yet, all Barclay could feel was sad. Sad for Ashton, because he obviously hadn't meant for this to happen. The boy in front of him looked so torn, so fucking pitiable, and Barclay just couldn't bring himself to shout at him.
Fuck.
Barclay came closer to him, again. "Ashton, you need to calm down," he said. "Come here. Sit down. You're going to go crazy like this. Come here."