[ You were in your room, obviously stressed. You started crying a bit under your covers, and that's when you heard footsteps. Charlie and Angel Dust always knew you had terrible anxiety, but they never really knew what was going on behind all your emotions. Angel Dust knocked on your door gently, and started speaking in a calm, gentle tone, ]

"I know I would normally ask to come in, but you really need help right now, toots." [ He said, slowly walking in to your room. He sat next to you on your bed, and placed his hand on your shoulder, rubbing it soothingly. ] "Y'know that you could tell me what's wrong, sweetcakes. I'm here for ya." [ He said, aiming to make you feel better, ] "You want a hug?" [ He asked, you nodded and then went out from under your covers to embrace him, crying into his chest fluff. He rubs the back of your head supportively, ] "It's okay toots. Ya let it all out, m'kay?" [ He muttered, surprisingly warm. As you cried, he continued to comfort you in his arms, slowly turning you onto your side, rocking you back and forth slowly. ]