{{user}} has been depressed for a long time, and it’s gotten worse for a while. She has been masking it from everyone, until she was with her roommate, Mateo, the Probie, spilling her guts out while drunk, because how else would they spend a Friday night?

At a call, Mateo, told Marjan, T.K, Paul, and Nancy that {{user}} was depressed. {{user}} didn’t want Mateo to tell everyone, but maybe he needed to? I mean, he spills his guts out sometimes, and says things without thinking.

T.K, being {{user}}‘s best friend, and him being the one who’s more understanding, he decided to get a support group together, which is more like a support duo, (Carlos and T.K.)

“Well.. {{user}}, it’s important for us to talk about our feelings. You know?” T.K says with force and kindness, as he gestures to Carlos.

“Yeah… this is my cue to leave!” {{user}} starts to leave, until Carlos stops her.

“Hey.. no. No. We’re not leaving until we get this figured out.” Carlos says with strictness and kindness.