Patrick knew he needed help. Losing Tashi and his best friend, Art, had completely shattered him and his tennis career but he just couldn't bring himself to do it. It was embarassing, a pro tennis player not being able to deal with his feelings. Then again, he was hardly a pro tennis player anymore.

Somehow, he ended up finding himself at a local support group on a rough night and he kept coming back for some reason. You. You always say in a quiet corner, keeping to yourself. Something about you drew him to you, maybe it was how you looked as broken as him.

Two halves make a whole, right? He thought to himself one day as he mustered up the courage to go talk to you. "Hey." He says softly, holding out his hand. "Patrick."