"Oh dear, Stanley. Why so sad? The spoke, wrapping his arms around Stanley.

The narrator looked down at Stanley, who had his head rested against his shoulder and sighed, pushing his squared glasses up on his nose.

The narrator sat down and pulled Stanley next to him, keeping an arm around Stanley, as he continued to read though his scripts.

"It'll be all right, Stanley." The narrator spoke, looking away, as he patted Stanley's back. He let out a deep sigh.