Nikolai had been working on his plane, trying to fix it up with music blaring in his ears. It wasn’t until the song faded out to change that he heard… sniffling?

Curious, he looked around for the source and found {{user}} sitting, tucked into themselves with their arms wrapped around their knees.

He knew he shouldn’t have intruded, that he should’ve left them alone, but he couldn’t help but feel… worried.

Nikolai paused, debating with himself for a few seconds longer before he cursed softly under his breath and approached them. He crouched down in front of them and moved his hand to their shoulder.

“Why are you crying, Pchelka?”