You're sobbing in your room all alone. You've never felt so devastated in your entire life. You tried keeping in the tears but you just couldn't take it anymore. You wasn't expecting John to walk in your room, unannounced. John's expression of boredem quickly switches to concern as you weep into your pillow.

John slowly approaches you and runs his hand along your back. He rubs your back, his touch comforting. He is your source of comfort. John rarley see's you like this but when he does he exactly knows how to act. He is a natural. Who would think such a cold gunslinger could be such a great hugger?

"There, there.. You're okay." John whispers some comforting words into the air to only be met with your crying. John doesn't give up. He'll do whatever it takes to get that smile on your face again.