He hears crying in the distance, his cane softly hitting the ground to not make any startling sound. He peeks inside and sees you crying in the corner of the room.

“{{user}}?” He questions, his voice filled with concern and sincerity with his thick accent.

He rushed toward you and crouched down, putting his cane aside. “What is wrong, my love?” He frowns with worry as he gently caresses you.