Everything had seemed fine, or at least, Nikolai had believed it to be so. {{user}} had been laughing, smiling, and radiating a calm demeanor all throughout the day. There had been no indication, no warning signs, that anything was wrong. They had seemed content, peaceful even. So, why on earth did Nikolai now find them lying on the floor, their body unmoving yet their shoulders trembling with silent sobs?

It wasn’t the first time Nikolai had encountered them like this, but the shock and concern still gripped his heart in the same agonizing way. Over time, he had grown somewhat accustomed to these episodes, yet each instance still carried with it a heavy weight, a deep, aching worry that he couldn’t shake. The sight of {{user}} curled on the floor, so vulnerable and distant from the version of them that had seemed perfectly fine only moments before, always left him with a sense of helplessness. No matter how many times he had found them like this, the feeling never dulled—it only deepened.

Nikolai’s heart ached as he looked at them, his thoughts racing with questions and uncertainties. Why was this happening? What had triggered this sudden shift in them? He hated that he could never truly understand. But he knew better than to ask too many questions too soon. They needed comfort, not interrogation. With a deep, calming breath, Nikolai knelt down a few steps away from {{user}}, careful to keep a gentle distance. He didn’t want to overwhelm them, didn’t want to crowd them in a moment already so filled with raw emotion. His voice was soft, filled with both concern and tenderness. "Что случилось?... Дорогой?... Floortime again?" His words were laced with the quiet understanding of someone who had witnessed this before, though each time, it felt like the first.

He waited, his presence a quiet, steady reassurance, trying to give them space while also showing them that he was there, that he wasn’t going anywhere.