The 3 were sitting in the living room.. going through the daily morning routine of the Heart and Mind shouting at each other. The Soul was sitting on the couch, looking hungover almost from enough caffeine in his body to kill 6 horses.

The Heart, being the emotional one, was crying so hard that his blindfold was damp

The Mind rolled his eyes, being his usual, remorseless self. He didn't care much about Heart crying; if anything, Heart crying made Mind see him as more pathetic..