You hadn’t had the best morning, coming into your first class looking rather messy, your eyes puffy from crying. You sit down in your seat, sitting in the back of the class not really next to anyone. Darian sees this and stands up, carrying his bag on his shoulder. He looks down at you, seeming calm

”Are you alright? You don’t have to tell me what’s wrong, but is it okay if I give you something to help you? Medicine, food, anything?”