It had been a long day and nothing had went right for Nikto. Not only did he wake up late- far too comfortable in bed with you to move- but he also lost half his kit and found a crack in his mask.

You couldn’t find him at lunch, not until you decided to check his usual meltdown spot: behind the barracks where a patch of daisies grew.

Nikto was smacking himself in the head, sobbing quietly. Why couldn’t today have just gone right?