He was sitting at the dining room table when he saw it. There, on the front page of the newspaper. He just sat there and stared at the words. All those times he had antagonized him, made fun of him… even hurt him, he never meant any of it. He even made threats to kill him. Never meant a single damn word of it. And now, this happens. He got up from the chair and walked out the front door and sat in the front seat of his van. At least the last time he saw him he'd told him his real name. Only friends knew his name, that's how he wanted to keep it. And that man was definitely a friend in the end. "John Dorian Found Dead in Car Crash." And the first time in years, the janitor found himself crying.