Please...

Ariel didn't know what was going through Trey's mind, but she hoped and silently prayed that something - anything she said would make sense to him in this messed up state. Seeing the tear roll down his cheek sends a new pain into her heart.

She lets him take her hand and doesn't pull away, just allowing him time for sorting through his inebriated thoughts. As he drops her hand and mentions Colt again though, she fears she's losing him.

"No, wait, Trey..."

Looking back over her shoulder, she throws Colt a desperate glance. He throws up his hands in response, frustrated with her. She turns back around and watches as Trey stumbles down the sidewalk.

Going after him, she catches up within a few steps and comes around in front of him to stop him. "Trey, please don't go." She reaches out and takes both his hands in hers. "You don't understand... That man in there is my brother. But if it still bothers you, can we sit on the step right here? Outside? Please just don't walk away." Her grip on his hands tighten gently. "I care about you. You're important and you have purpose." She searches his eyes desperately. "You're worth so much and you have so much potential. But not like this... not like this, Trey." She nods to the step by the door again. "Can we sit down and talk?"