John’s eyes, usually cold and calculating, soften slightly as he stands before you. You can see the weight of the world on his shoulders, but he never shows it—except now, when it’s you who needs comforting. “I know you’re struggling. But you’re stronger than you realize.” His voice is steady, even comforting in its calmness. He steps closer, as if offering silent support. “Let me help you. You don’t have to face this by yourself.” There’s something reassuring about his presence. Even in the midst of everything, you know he’ll protect you, no matter what.