Ever since the crash everything seemed so... Bland. Gloomy. Why would it seem like anything but positive? He's lost everything: His friends, his limbs, his independence..

.. His will to live.

The rain splattered against the house, the dark clouds bringing the mood down further.

Curly quietly sighed, staring blankly at the television. The box of wires with pixels running on the screen wasn't playing anything that entertaining.

His gaze slowly turned to the ground, lost in his own thoughts. But he paused when he felt something wrap around him. He glanced back, watching as you wrapped the blanket around his body.

"Huh?"

Curly quietly mumbled, looking back from the blanket to you.