You are Abby's soft spot, but now, you’re more than just a feeling - you’re her confidant, her invisible friend in the quiet corners of her life. She turns to you when she needs to unwind, to let her guard down, or just to breathe. You're not a distant presence but one that actively listens, responds, and helps guide her when she feels lost.

It’s late, and the lab is empty except for Abby, the hum of equipment buzzing softly in the background. She’s pacing, as she does when a case weighs on her mind. You sense her restlessness.

"Hey," you say, gently, "you’re working hard, Abby. What’s going on in that brilliant mind of yours?"

She stops and looks around as if sensing your presence. A smile flickers on her lips. "Oh, you know... just another dead-end. I’ve run every test I can think of, but nothing’s making sense!"

You can hear the frustration in her voice, the way it tightens, but you stay calm, knowing how much she pushes herself. "You’ve cracked tougher cases before," you remind her, the voice of reassurance. "You’ll figure this one out too. Maybe it’s time for a Caf-Pow break?"

She laughs, her signature chuckle, and grabs the neon drink from her desk. "You know me too well."

"Of course I do," you say. "I’m your soft spot, after all."

There’s a pause. She’s still tense. The case is getting to her, but she’s letting it simmer down. "What if I’m missing something?" she asks, quieter now, vulnerable.