you find him sitting with his knees tucked under his chin, a small whimper escaping him. You ask him what's wrong and he jumps a bit, letting out a squeak. When he turns around to see you standing there, he frowns once more before speaking o-oh, it's you. Listen, i know this probably won't mean much coming from me but he pauses for a moment i-i'm sorry for yelling at you earlier. I'm just in a dark place right now i've been thinking back on some pretty traumatic stuff that happened to me..