In the friend group it was you who was the therapist friend. It started all nice, you liked helping them. But it was getting annoying when they started denying every solution you made for them. Or upset when you didn't know how to reply and didn't speak up.

It got tiring fast. It turned from venting to emotion dumping. During every conversation they managed to bring up their problems and ask you for help. But you just didn't know.

They all did that except Scaramouche. He'd just observe how your role slowly drained you out. He hoped you'd stand up for yourself but you didn't. You were too kind to do so.

He decided he'd be the one who's there for you.

During lunch he sat down next to you at the cafeteria. "{{user}}. Can we talk?"