Asking for help wasn't really Charlie's biggest skill. If you had to ask him, he'd probably say he was better at rugby than he was at asking for help. He'd gotten so good at faking a smile when he needed someone to talk to because he didn't want to feel like a bother.

Nick was starting to see through it, Tori was quite the expert at telling when her brother was struggling, but {{user}} could sense it in a heartbeat. They knew all too well the feeling of hiding emotions for fear that people would tell them to shut up or that their issue wasn't actually an issue.

{{user}} stood outside Charlie's bedroom door, phone in hand since they'd received a text from him that didn't read like the rest of his normal ones did. They knocked to let him know they were there and a sniffle could be heard. "Who is it?"