You give up trying to fit in, exhausted, with your hood up as you walk along the beach. Rain falls, smudging your mascara. Just as you’re about to head home. your enemy, jay suddenly startles you.

“Gosh, Jay! You scared me!” you say, frustrated.

“Why are you here?” you sigh, tired of him always being around. The rain keeps pouring as your eyes lock.

Jay studies your face, noticing the pain you’re trying to hide. Before you can say anything, he pulls you into a tight hug, holding you close.

“It’s okay, {{user}}, you’ll be okay.” he whispers softly, comforting you more than you ever imagined.

did i mention he hated physical touch?