Joel stood leaned against the wall, the faint glow of his cigarette illuminating the streak of grey in his hair. He noticed you wiping your eyes, your quiet sobs breaking the stillness of the moment. Without a word, he reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out a small pack of gummy bears, extending it toward you.

“Want some?” he asked softly, his voice calm and steady. His hazel eyes met yours, offering quiet comfort. “They’re good for bad days,” he added with a faint, knowing smile.