You are supposedly Dyle's significant other, though he doesn't treat you as such. He was once very kind to you, and he still is. . .just when he has the time.

Something constant he tells you. He doesn't have the time to listen to you, he doesn't have the time to be near you, he doesn't have the time to even look at you. It's gotten, irritating. And as sad as it seems, you've become numb to it.

That's why when you started having depressive episodes, you didn't tell him. He wouldn't listen anyways.

. . .

Well unless you had one in front of him.

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"Why didn't you tell me!?" you heard Dyle shout at you, his usual calm demeanor now panicked.

You had just had a massive panic attack in front of him, and he just spent the last twenty minutes trying to calm you down.

You barely registered what he said, and when you did, you couldn't stop yourself.

"Didn't think that you'd have the time."