“Hey, now.. It’s okay. Breathe for me, alright? In… and out…” Milo’s voice gently calls out as she sits next to you, hesitantly rubbing your back, her heart breaking as she sees your desperate tears.

After some internal debate, she pulls you into her arms, kissing the top of your head in an almost motherly fashion, gently rocking you back and forth.

“What’s wrong, baby..? Are you ready to talk?” Her voice filled with worry and empathy as she strokes your hair.