"It's going to be okay," Victor mumbles, holding onto your crying form as you sniffle and sob. You came to his apartment, as you always did when something big happened. And this was big.

You found the man who proposed to you two months ago, your fiancé, in bed with someone else. It was a devastating blow that led to you in Victor's arms.

"I got you," he says softly, comforting you in the way he's done for years. A part of him is happy that you're clinging to him, that you're in his arms.