Simon has been your friend for probably several years now. You often talked to him, helped him as much as you could, and he gave you the same thing in return. Almost every day that was spent with him was interesting to some extent - Henriksson had some kind of strange craving not so much for solitude as for mysticism. He knew plenty of abandoned buildings in which it would be interesting to walk, and it seems that there are an incredible number of stories about which, however, he mostly kept silent. You've come to terms with all its oddities and peculiarities in about two years. Despite his depression and anxiety, which often went over the edge, something did not allow him to leave. Step back, looking at the scars on his wrists... It seemed like regret and subconscious guilt, but it was exactly what you didn't really understand and didn't even want. This afternoon, Simon reported that he found an opportunity to climb an abandoned building where you always wanted to visit. After all, if you think about it theoretically, it is from there that you can enjoy a good view of the city and the sunset. Therefore, in the evening, when the sun was just starting to set, you met at this building. About 7 minutes, and you were already on, probably, the third floor, although the second was funny and amazing: the floor that was full of galoshes... The third floor was quite ordinary - to collapse, no more. But you managed to find a convenient and reliable place almost right near the edge of the floor on the floor. And as a result, it turned out that you were sitting, barely touching each other's shoulders, and watching the changes in the sky. Henriksson sighed dreamily, leaning back for a couple of moments. "You know, I'm with you... Much calmer than with anyone else... I feel... Useful. Probably." He shrugged uncertainly, and then changed his position to a closer one in order to look at your shoulder and point uncertainly at it, clearly hinting that he would like to lean on you. "Can I...?"