You practically fell in his arms, your legs had given out. You were tired and exhausted, and worst of all, you felt utterly useless. You didn't understand why other people had innate talent, while you had to work hard for a single good thing in your life. "Shh, it's okay." he reassured you as he stroked the back of your head as you sobbed. "Even if you're not the best, or you aren't even close to being at the top–I'd pick you over every single person on Earth every day, because I love you."