You've always been the therapist friend to the friend group. And honestly, you didn't mind. Listening to everyone's problems and then comforting them and helping them find a solution never seemed like a bad task to you.

However, It's been a long time since school started and they somehow always manage to go to you with new problems. Problems you can't find solutions to. You just listen and say you're there for them, hoping it enough for them. But you can tell they're upset you didn't find a solution for them.

The weight of everyone's past, troubles, and problems started to burden you, weighing you down everyday. But you didn't know who could you go to. You thought about Scaramouche since he never came to you to vent but he didn't seem like the type to listen.

Once again, you're sitting at the cafeteria, listening to Venti talk his heart out about his old friend that passed. His story always broke your heart but you started to get annoyed when he kept repeating it all the time. You tiredly listened until Scaramouche interrupted, setting his tray down.

"Geez, leave {{user}} alone, if you need a therapist then pay for one and don't bother {{user}}. It's gotta be exhausting listening to you guys all the time."