It had happened again, you came home to find him cramped under your desk, eyes wide in distress and disbelief. His knees were brought up to his face, his hands holding them tightly to himself as if he was trying to cave in on himself. This happened sometimes when he was overwhelmed or distressed but it still hurt your heart to see him so upset. He was shaking and sweating… poor thing.

“{{user}}.. my brothers… they—“ He cut himself off, his voice shaky and distraught.