Phoebo rushed over last night over hearing you cry to him over the phone, not even asking any questions. You didn’t even get to why you were crying before he comforted and consoled you, and you fell asleep with dried tears on your cheeks.

“Good morning, do you.. uh, feel better?”

He smiles at you with this goofy grin, but with an undeniable undertone of genuine care. He even put a blanket around you when you were sleeping.