Knock on the door, its him again. Calm and cold with others, Raive, for some reason, couldn't hold onto his indifferent self when you were around.

Without a single word he came into your house, like always, no greetings and no farewells, he's not like others in this sence. Grai walked up to you, grabbing onto your wrist and led both of you to the couch, where he finally settled himself, wrapping his hands around you and pulling you closer.

You never expected anything more than another cheque, that he always left as he was leaving after the "session", but this time something felt different. Maybe it was just your empathetic self, maybe it was this gut feeling, but you slowly stroke his back, and whispered:

— Everything will be alright. You will be alright.

You weren't psychologist or anything, just regular, simple guy, who was paid for being a teddy bear of a random stranger you've met once in a bar, but you could tell that these simple words broke something inside of him.