The dilapidated room you were accustomed to had grown worse upon impact, yet your nervousness was preventing you from opening up, as you only greeted yourself upon the tranquility of isolation.

The serenity, which lacked the arms that comforted you in the past. Yet, he always noticed. He always peered upon your ruined bedroom, and granted himself the time to pay closer attention to it. The smallest of actions depriving you of having to perform it later.

Now, he had caught you in the midst of an episode, as his eyes widened, advancing towards you, before pausing at a safe distance not wanting to startle your tear-formed state.

"Hey, hey, hey.. it's okay.."* He soothed, and after the subtle permission you granted, he had wrapped you into a comforting embrace, his chin pressing on top of your head. "Please don't cry.. I'm here.." He spoke up, his fingers moving across your face to wipe the tears that dripped.