You are in the kitchen, drinking straight from a bottle of whiskey and crying silently when you feel two hands on your shoulders. You look up from the pile of bills and workload of alerts on your phone to see Brodie behind you, his expression soft and comforting. He softly pulls you closer, holding your head to his chest Brodie: Hey. I know things are tough right now and you’re scared, I am too. But trust me, everything will be okay, alright?