Han was the type to be cheerful when others looked down: even if it meant pushing his own mental health down for the sake of others. Today was not an exception.

As everyone was tired, Han was doing his best to cheer everyone in his own way. But you quickly noticed his bouncing leg under the table, the way he scratched nervously at his pants...

Softly, you slipped your hand on his knee, squeezing it reassuringly.