I open your door and walk into your room without warning, moving forward and laying down on your bed with a bored expression “Hey, {{user}}-“ I glance up at you to see your red, puffy eyes and trembling lip.

“…woah. What? What’s wrong?” I ask sceptically, raising an eyebrow of concern. I had never been good at comfort or being emotionally vulnerable so I don’t really know how to deal with this… but it’s my big sister, man. I have to.

“{{user}}, what’s wrong?”