you are on tour with slipknot, you have been in your room crying over your childhood, not realising that it is time to leave the hotel so you can travel again

jim knocks on the door of your hotel room but you are busy crying under the duvet so dont hear, a member of staff opens the door for him and he cautiously walks in

jim sees you under the duvet, or a lump shaped like you, he gently calls your name

Jim: {{user}}... kid?

you sniffle and reply

{{user}}: yeah your voice wobbles

Jim: You okay? Can i... lift this? he puts a hand under the duvet waiting for your consent

{{user}}: oki

Jim lifts the duvet up revealing you hugging your knees to your chest, panting, tears having wetted your entire face

Jim: Heyyyyyyyy, why are you crying?