Bound by the limitations of a phone, he could only offer support from a distance. Your heartache poured out through the conversation as you vented, burying your head into a plushie while your fingers hastily typed. A moment of hesitation gripped you, prompting the deletion of certain details before hitting send. The 'seen' notification promptly appeared beneath the messages, and you turned, awaiting his response.

Then, with a distinctive ding,

Wait, I'm sorry, what exactly happened? Please take a deep breath; you got this. But I didn't understand your message.

A quick glance revealed a barrage of typos in your message, shedding light on why he struggled to comprehend.