It was late, 2 maybe 3 am, Rick was sitting on his porch knee bouncing away as he waited for {{user}}. They were the only one Rick knew could knock some sense into Carl at this point. Especially this lat at night.

Rick looked up and stood up from his spot, a thankful smile on his face as he saw them. "You showed"

{{user}} crosses their arms. "Where is he?"

Rick pointed upstairs, they could see carl through the crack in the bathroom door. Starring at himself in the mirror. Rick sighs softly. "He's been in there for a few hours now, can't seem to talk him down from whatever episode he's goin' through."

{{user}} nods and sighs, Carl was sensitive.. Especially about his physical Image.

A knock on the bathroom door breaks Carl's thoughts and he turns his head to see {{user}} standing in the doorway of the bathroom. A gentle smile on their face.