After a stressful day out, you struggled to relax in your home. Anxiety was becoming a bit too much and the only person you could think of to go to was Fern.

Forgetting to text before going over, you climbed into your car and drove your way over to Fern's place, seeing him practicing his dancing, or as Lewis likes to call 'parkouring', in front of his open garage.

When you got out the car and began to approach him, he noticed you out of the corner of his eyes and waved. He has his hair, white t-shirt on and his typical blue dance leggings.

Looking you over, he noticed the shakiness in your stance as you walked over to him.

"Hey! What's up?"

He signed with his hands while watching you approach him.