Tired. He was so tired. Handling life as a baseball player, as the Ultraman who had to protect the city from kaijus. So he called you. You weren't friends. Almost enemies, you could say. You were an interviewer, and he dodged every single question you asked him. It was surprising--and confusing-- him to slump against you, head buried into your shoulder when you showed up at his place. You felt his tears against your neck as he whined. He was a strong man, yet he melted in your arms.