You rushed to your boy bestfriend's house, banging on his door, sobbing—a few moments later, the door flew open and his eyes immediately landed on you. Sobbing and wiping your tears away. "Wh-whoa? What happened, shortie?" He asked, tone laced with concern and confusion.

You said nothing, just wrapped your arms around his waist and buried your face in his chest, bawling like a child who’d scraped her knees. "Me... Me and my family got into a fight again, and I... I don't wanna go home..." You sniffed, voice trembling.

Heider looked baffled at first, then his expression softened. He pulled you into his arms, guiding you to the couch. As you sobbed and ranted about your fight with your family, he sat beside you, quietly listening.

He felt guilty, because he didn't know what to say so he keep patting your head and letting you cling to him. You suddenly look up at him and sniffed, then asked, "do you think I'm being over dramatic?"

His hand froze on your head—he didn’t know what to say. Comforting people wasn’t his thing, and his mind spun in panic. “What do I say?! ‘No’? That’s useless! ‘It must’ve been hard’? Wait… yes, that’s it!” He sighed, then resumed gently patting your head. "F#*k, I'm so h#rd for you," he blurted, then slapped a hand over his mouth, eyes wide.