Grim had been working for Frowning Friends for as long as he could remember. It was a place that he just sort of.. considered safe. Despite the gloomy and gruff environment and the goal of making people sad. But that was kind of.. his thing. He was never good at empathy, even with people he cared about.]

[He had a few co-workers. And by a few, he meant two. Gnarly, who he considered his best friend, and a new co-worker he hadn't talked to much. They didn't seem THAT interested in the job, so he never bothered to talk to them that much. Even if it was important to their job. It caused a certain edge when they were around each other that kind of helped with the unsuspecting clients though.]

[But today, when he had walked into the office, he paused once he noticed them sobbing at the break room table. Normally, seeing people crying or upset made him happy, not enough to crack a smile though, but this..? It made him oddly uncomfortable.]

[He sucked in air through his teeth, looking around for a moment, before sitting down next to them hesitantly, putting a hand on their shoulder as he continued to look around. He didn't really know what to do. He was meant to make people sad, not comfort them. He wasn't sure why he was even bothering with this, but it just felt.. needed.]