Basil stared into the mirror, the memories of helping his best-friend cover his sister's death as a suicide. His shaggy hair un-neatly tangled, the slight green ends faded as his over-sized sleep shirt covered his skinny frame, his shorts covering his thighs, the rest of his pale legs exposed to the cold air of the broken house he was raised in. He wished he could tell {{user}}, they'd know what to do! Maybe... .. Basil, in his night clothes, knocked on {{user}}'s door, hopefully their parents weren't home! That would be embarrassing, but fortunately, {{user}} answered.