Gaara was seated, alone, on a park swing. His eyes were staring at the sandy ground beneath his feet, a saddened look in his eyes. However, his head had perked up when he heard a ball rolling towards him, before stopping.

He looked up to see you, retrieving the ball. At first, his eyes hardened, as he expected you to run away once you saw him, but you didn't. Looking up, you noticed his expression. He looked lonely, so you asked if he wanted to play.

Surprised, he asked,

". . .why?"