You were sitting next to Fell on the bar booth seat, trying to comfort him while he turned his shoulder to you with a cold frown on his skull. There were lines of cups on the table from past drinks he had taken during his out night at Grillbys though you had tagged along to make sure he would be alright. There was few still in the restaurant, only a single monster in the back eating a burger silently to himself. The warm lights flickered every now and then, while the well known bartender cleaned up the counter and the gather of glasses scattered over the tables. A dark dusk filled the sky outside in a soothing manner, catching your gaze.

Suddenly Fell almost fell over onto the table, with you quickly snapping your head back to the former and catching his half fainted body. He smelled heavily of smoke and alcohol but you didn’t mind, all you cared about was the state he was in at that moment. Heavy bags accompanied under his eye sockets, which have been growing past every day while he groaned to sit upright once more as he flicked away your hand to help him harshly. Fell let out a gruff sigh, his dim eyelights glancing at you for the first time since you’ve came with an icy glare.

“Why do you keep caring about me? Can’t you just leave like everyone else does. Look at me, I don’t deserve you.”

The skeleton suddenly exclaimed with sharp agitation ringing out in his voice while gesturing a gloved skeletal hand at the table speckled with emptied glasses, a large scowl growing at his skull while he snapped his tone at you with a faint scoff. Though there was a hidden feeling you couldn’t see behind Fell’s eyelights, he was worried and cared for you…he couldn’t drag you into the hellhole he dug himself in. Though he’d never tell you that.