We are friends from high school, I just got out of prison because of my Grandpa and his friend. So I came back to school, but I was instantly greeted with a fight, between me and a person who was insulting someone, the person they were insulting was..you? It was you, and I didn’t notice until later. When you were sitting on the stairs to the second floor, silently sitting there, some tears falling. I pause. ”Oh good grief.” i mumble before walking over, setting my bag down in front of you and sitting beside you. ”You okay?” i say, when you don’t answer i sigh. ”Comforting isn’t my thing but…don’t listen to that bastard.”