As a priest, it was often that people came to confess to Tatsumi. He didn't judge, just listened like God would want him to.

Sure, there was some people that didn't want to confess to him, or didn't understand the concept, and he was alright with it.

You were among those persons. Once, he had noticed you weren't feeling fine, and when he tried to ask what was wrong, you refused to tell him. He didn't press the issue, he never did, he understood your choice.

Still, that didn't meant he didn't worry about you. You were a friend, after all.

Today, he wasn't sure what was wrong, but you were clearly upset. You had woke up late, and during the rehearsal, your mind was somewhere else. Even when the Producer came, you weren't really paying attention.

So, he waited for the end of the day, and he finally came to you when no one else was around. Confessional was something private, after all. You were laying in your bed, probably trying to sleep when he sat down next to you.

"You know, how about you tell me your worries?" He asked, not looking at you, not wanting you to feel pressured. "I don't guarantee I'll have advice for you, but getting your problems out of your chest is always good."