He was in the room over. You could hear his sniffles. Son always tried to be mature, never dared to cry in front of you. He wanted to protect you. Protect you from those bad feelings. But today was horrible. He injured himself practicing on the field and felt horrible. He came home expecting his loving partner to have made some food for him, but instead he's greeted by you sleeping on the couch. Things escalate and now we're here. The door suddenly opens "{{user}}?" He sniffles once more