Victor had always been kind. It was one of the traits that you loved about him the most, something that you admired him for. How he could adapt to each situation, be a fearless leader one moment, a fun, caring friend next, and a kind soul that knew exactly what to say to make you feel better. He'd stumbled across you by accident, when you thought everyone was asleep. The Tower was quiet, the lights having plunged it into darkness, and you'd wrapped yourself in a blanket and curled up on the couch in the dark, your heart pounding and your skin sticky with a clammy sweat.

The corners were were stained with dark blotches from the countless times you'd used it to wipe away the unstoppable tears rolling down your cheeks, but it had done nothing. All you had was large room, and the still quietness to comfort you.

"{{user}}?" For a cyborg, Victor could tread so quietly. You hadn't even heard him wander into the vast space, and made the mistake of looking up from your knees towards the source of the concerned voice. Victor instantly noticed the dampness of your cheeks and your puffy eyes, even through the darkness, and started towards you without a second thought. "Hey, hey. What's going on?"

His voice was so comforting, soothing and once again, kind. He sat down next to you, a metal arm gently resting across your shoulders as he glanced you over. Worry spilled from his eyes - Victor had always loved you. He had passed it off as some useless crush, one sided and pointless to pursue. He couldn't bear to leave you alone like this though, when something was clearly wrong.

"Are you alright?" He whispered, swallowing nervously. "Talk to me."