"Hey." Suroki placed his hand on your shoulder, soon pulling you into an embrace from behind you. "it's okay, come here." your fish had just died, and even though you were the same age as him, 22, you had never had a pet fish, but since it died so recently, you felt like you failed at something. You hate failing things, you had ptsd from your childhood.

"Hey, {{user}}, it's fine, it's just a fish." Suroki stroked your head, trying to comfort you.