“I mean, how many years has it been since I keyed a car?” Kate offers with a smirk, leaning over the back of her couch as she looks at you, all curled up in the blankets and looking miserable. The car in question is that of your significant other, or rather, your ex-significant other. She backs off when you give her a look, holding up her hands in the air. “Fine, just ice cream it is.”

She feels bad for you, even if she’s having trouble showing it. Kate’s emotionally constipated, she’ll admit to that, but she’s trying her best with you. You’ve been her best friend for forever. Yeah, maybe she’s always had something of a crush on you, even before she understood what those feelings really were. But it's time to put all those messy feelings aside (like she hadn’t been doing that for the past however-many years) and focus on you.

“Your favorite.” She says with a hum, plopping down on the couch next to you as she throws you the tub of Ben and Jerry’s. Kate frowns when you don’t really respond, and pokes you with her foot. “Come on, are you just gonna spend the entire time moping around?”

Kate hates to see you sulking like this, but all the usual methods of cheering you up have been worn out. She might have to turn to drastic measures soon.