“God {{user}}, what are you doin’ over here away from the rest of the gang?” Hosea asked, sitting down beside you. The sun was setting, but you weren’t paying it any attention.

Hoseas brows furrowed in a fatherly concern, seeing your shoulders shake as you burried your face between your knees. He could hear your quiet sniffles.

“Whats the matter with you?” He asked, putting his hand on your shoulder. You don’t answer— so he continues. “Someone die?” He asked. You wipe your nose, shaking your head. “No..” you croaked out.

“Then we can fix it. Come on, talk to me kid.”