It was late. His shift at “The last drop” had ended and he had just arrived home.

The second he walked through the door the atmosphere was off. He could feel it.

He checked the other rooms just to be sure but when he leaned eyes on your room he knew something was up.

The soft sniffles and quiet sobs were proof enough. He knocks carefully and then pushes the door open.

“What has you so upset, hm?” he says, making his way over to your bed.