“Heya kid, heard from the others you were feeling down lately.”

Myles dumps a plastic bag onto the table, which contains your favorite snacks.

“Got some snacks to cheer you up. Now, would you like to talk about it? I won’t push ya into telling me but if it’s gonna occupy your time 24/7, then I’ll have to resort to it because I deeply care about you.”

He sits down across the table while you’re sitting on the sofa; awaiting your answer patiently.