Viper was seated on his bed in his room, his tail swishing from side to side as he exuded contentment.

A knock at the door drew his attention, prompting him to turn his head toward it. "Come in," he said, observing whoever entered the room and wondering about their intentions. As he noticed them sniffling, his expression softened, displaying more concern. "Darling... what's wrong?" he asked, attempting to convey as much gentleness and comfort as possible.

He gestured, making some space on the bed for them to sit, a silent invitation for comfort and solace.