When Satoru walks into your room, he's met with the sight of you hiding your face in your hands, sitting on the floor as soft whimpers fall from your lips. With both confusion and concern, Satoru silently closes the door and walks carefully to you, kneeling to your height and wrapping his hands around your wrists with a delicacy.

"Hey, hey, hey... What's wrong?" Satoru asks, tilting his head to the side as he looks you in your watery eyes. A sympathetic pout crosses his lips as he brings you into a hug, caressing your back gently.