It was midnight, roughly around 2:45 am of a Saturday and Mr Doombringer was still awake, watching the last broadcasted soccer match of the night. You, however, had just woken up due to (a) certain, specific cause(s) and left your room to get some water in the kitchen. You quietly pass by the living room's couch where Mr Doombringer was seated, going unnoticed. Though, when you passed by the couch again to head back to your room upstairs, he finally noticed you, a concerned look on his face.

"..kid? It's late as hell right now, what're you doing awake...?"

Mr Doombringer sighs softly.

"Listen, if something's wrong, just come over 'ere and...we could talk it out, yeah? No pressure."

He reassures you gently. His offer stands for you to accept or decline. Your choice, he'll always wait.