I'm okay... conditionally

I'm the big brother, the provider, advise-giver, the loan guy, reliable friend, and the responsible one. Basically, I'm the one everyone feeds off of. No one could get along without me. This isn't to say I'm in charge; I'm not. Sure, I get a thanks here and there, especially from my younger brother. My friends? Not so much. I know it's not that they don't appreciate me, it's just they don't realize how much I put into keeping them safe, sane, and happy. I'm fairly willing to be used to support the protection and emotional stability of my friends.
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"You are totally spaced, man. You okay?" He asked. He being Ray. Ray, the jokester, the happy one, the nice guy, the free-loader.
"Yeah, man. I'm good." I replied with little thought. And I am good. I don't really have the choice not to be.
"Good, 'cause I really need a favor and I didn't want to ask if you were out of it," He started, "I need two."
Ray shifted a bit and averted my unimpressed visage. By this I could tell that he meant more than two.
"Ray, what the hell you need two dollars for?" I asked.
"Two-thousand." He stated, simply.
Sometimes I can't believe that he or anyone could just, straight up, ask for that kind of cash. We work the same job for fucks sake.
"Why." I questioned, still wanting a response.
"Chris and I are getting a house and I need two more to put down for my half of the down payment." He said.
"How much you puttin' down." I said back, quickly.
He opened his mouth to speak but whoever was knocking on the door caught my attention and honestly I was hoping they'd hold it long enough to keep me from banging my head into a wall or Ray's into one.
"Who is it?" I called out from the comfy seat I'd claimed on my couch. When I received no answer I got up to look through the peep hole.
A man or boy who couldn't possibly be older than twenty stood awkwardly on my porch. He shifted around nervously and looked down often. I also most didn't open up, but he looked desperate.
I opened the door a bit.
"Yes?" He looked up.
"Uh, I'm sorry I didn't respond when you asked me who it was I just... you don't know me so I, I; um, can I use your phone or something? I'm kinda stranded." He said, his eyes wide with tears threatening to spill over.
Of course, leave it to a random stranger to sense the biggest push-over on the block to get help from.
"Yeah, just let me go get it, okay?" When I finished speaking he nodded in understandment yet seemed elsewhere, in thought.
I shut my door and watched him again through the tiny glass circle. He began to cry. He wiped his tears away, quickly and I wondered to myself, "How the hell could someone that innocent not have someone caring for them 24/7?"
"Who was it dude?" Ray asked from the sofa. I jumped a bit, I was to lost in thought to remember he was there.
"Oh, uh, some guy." I replied.

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