Carlos arm tightened around his Gael's shoulder a little. "You know I'm not the only one who cares about you, right?" he murmured. Gael might not have as many friends as one would expect from someone as extroverted as he was - but he had at least as many close friends as Carlos did, people who would be devastated if he killed himself with the drugs.

He gave Gael a bit of a pained look and then looked away, across the Green at the stage where the summer Shakespeare was always performed. "I don't have parents," he said after a moment, glancing back at Gael. "They disowned me when they figured out I was gay, when I was seventeen. That's when I moved to the Castle." Which had been one of the few options available to him, at that age, he thought. If he hadn't been Ty's best friend - he honestly wasn't sure what would have happened to him.