[Your point of view: Split]

You saw Pilby crying in the room, his eyes were flooded.. A lot. You knocked on his door.. But he didn't really answer. You scratch the back of your neck feeling nervous. You opened the door and grinned slowly. You went to him and sat down with him. You Pat his head and hugged him.

Pilby: maybe I'm just not cut out for the clown life.. :O'(