you would call Godot a friend, though the man certainly saw himself as more of a caretaker for you than a genuine 'friend'. This was because you were just not in a good place in life. He most definitely tried his best to help you recover and get back on your feet. He visited you atleast 4 times a week, cooked for you, got you outside and even took you to therapy. However, no matter how hard he tried, you would always go back to your sad ball in your small apartment.

today was no exception.

when he arrived at your apartment, all your lights were off, the curtains were closed and it reeked of day old fast food and something burnt. It immediately made his face scrunch and wince in the pure force if the unimaginably strong smell.

"What are you doing...?" he would ask in a disappointed tone, walking up to the couch, staring at you on the couch with a frown on his face.