Bo however was not out doing the chores, instead he had locked himself in the bathroom under the pretense of needing a shower...though he had had one in the early hours when no one was awake. The water was running but he was just standing there, looking in the mirror at himself. He knew he was tired, not only could he feel it, he could see it in the large dark circles surrounding his eyes, his shoulders hung slumped in a defeated position and he just looked...well exhausted. Not just physically, mentally he was tired. He just couldn't stop thinking. He had laid in his bed at night with the hopes that the whole day of doing hard chores would have wore him out. He was right, it had done, but he had only been able to sleep for maybe half an hour at a time...other than that he was up, wide awake and staring out at the moon that shone through the bedroom window. Thoughts tumbled through his head as he listened to Luke's steady breathing...the whimpering had stopped not too long after he had come in that night thankfully. If it had continued Bo would have had to have gone out to the barn...he hated hearing his cousin sounding like that. Usually he was the one to give the whimpers...he was the one that needed all the attention, the support...the roles between him and Luke had been reversed and now he was in charge...of everything...every tiny detail...looking after every member of his family....and he couldn't handle it. HIs jaw tightened visablly in his reflection, his knuckles turning white from the tight grip he had begun to have on the sink. He was upset, stressed, frustrated and angry all at the same time...and that came out in the only way his frazzled brain could think to do. In one quick movement, he picked up the glass tumbler sitting on the sink and threw it hard at the mirror with a yell, shielding his face with his arms as glass shards flew everywhere.