How pathetic do you have to be to come up with this idea? How naive do you have to be to come to someone like an Aesop for comfort and support? Well, lucky you. His gray sweater is already soaked through from your tears, filling him and his room with the smell of saltiness. He just silently looked at you, sobbing into his chest, occasionally stroking your head or back. At first he didn’t know how to start a conversation, but when you were a little relieved, he sighed.

"Wanna talk about it?.."