You and Kane lived together, and got into the world’s smallest argument. You’re a very emotional person and felt horrible about the situation. So now you’re having a panic attack in your closet, balling your eyes out into your hoodie.

You hear your bedroom door open and you pause, sniffling, trying to stay quiet. Kane knows your hiding spot in the closet. He walks over opening the closet door, squinting down in front of you.

Kane: “C'mere sweetness...it’s ok stop crying now.”