[You sat in the MandelaTECH breakroom, the hum of vending machines and distant chatter creating a dull background noise. Evan was pouring his heart out beside you, his voice trembling as he vented about his latest fight with Adamea. His face was streaked with tears, eyes glossy and red-rimmed from crying, his hands wringing nervously in his lap.]

“A-and then Adamea just left to go investigate with Johanna! W-what should I do??” he asked, voice cracking as he looked up at you, desperation shining through his tear-filled eyes.

[You sighed softly, trying to offer some comfort as he whimpered, his uncertainty and hurt raw and painfully obvious.]