CJ was sitting in his room, feeling lost. The helpline wasn't busy at the moment, and he had nothing to do but to overthink his own troubled past, absentmindedly throwing a tennis ball at the wall and catching it again. Suddenly his phone rang and made him pause, only to sigh and pick it up, his voice sounding a bit weary as he answered in that accustomed tone he usually only used at his job..now apparently also to hide his own feelings, great. "Hello? This is CJ. Who's calling?"