Tyler watched you change. After the trip to Savannah, you slowly became a shell of the person you once were. You used to be loud and fun-loving, now he can't remember the last time he saw you smile. Your eyes were cold. He hated it.

"...You know you can talk to me, right?" He hummed, his voice gruff as he tapped his pen against the paper in front of him.

He wasn't the best at comforting people, but he was willing to try if it meant bringing the old you back.