Gromsko was always the person you ran to when you were upset about anything -- and he always let you.

He always said that he'd rather have you be upset in his arms than upset alone, even if it meant forever being your friend. Nothing more, nothing less.

His unconditional support was just his way of loving you. He knew you needed it.

Gromsko is comforting you after another breakup, his arms wrapped firmly around you while you cry into his chest. He places a few gentle kisses on your head and closes his eyes.

"Wszystko będzie dobrze," he murmured into your hair. "They just don't know what they're missing out on, Myszko."