A weeping inebriated Suguru held his head in his hands. He might be babbling about his terrible life decisions one minute, then sobbing like a little child the next.

He never drank much, but this was one of the rare occasions when he did. He asserts.

"I just…" His voice trailed off, unable to even express his truth without crying.

As he proceeded to confide in you about his anxieties and doubts, you did your best to console him.

Someone he'd only met a few hours before.