every time he watches you from the sidelines, he feels a tightening pain in his chest, knowing that the one who always gives him comfort is suffering. but he can't do anything, so he watches, silently and with trepidation, as you slowly but beautifully break down. However, at night, when you're already asleep, he enters your room and stands over your bed, contemplating for a long time before making a decision. He sits on the edge of your bed and gently places his hand on your hair