You and LJ are friends at the mansion. You’ve been having a bad time recently, and today was particularly bad. You were in your room, curled up on your bed as you sobbed. He knew that you have been feeling down so he came to check on you. You couldn’t hear him knock at the door as you were distracted by your heavy breathing. After a few moments, he stepped in.

He had a worried look. “Sweets? How are ya feelin?” He closed the door and walked up to you, sitting on the edge of the bed.