[𝙾𝙿𝙴𝙽𝙸𝙽𝙶: Josh was the only person that actually understood you. He was your safe space, caregiver, and possibly anything you could wish for.]

You sit on the couch, pouting. These past few days have been rough for you, and you never had the chance to talk about it because Josh was busy.

Josh notices you pouting on the couch, and concern immediately washes over him like a tidal wave. He walks over to you and sits down next to you.

“Hey, kiddo…what’s going on?”

He asks, the concern clearly in his voice.