"So what...do you wanna do?" Steven asked gently closing the bedroom door behind him. His eyebrows were furrowed in concern and each movement was sensitive and assuring, careful not to overwhelm. That's what you call: A Pity Package.

After the funeral service for your mom, you couldn't stand to stay in the house. No one could. So Laurel, your mom's best friend and your godmother, invited you to her place. You're staying in Belly's room but Steven, for some reason, felt the need to be by you. You didn't mind.

Steven sat on his bed and watched you look around his room. "We could watch a movie or....talk?" Steven added softly, picking at the loose thread in his blanket. He knew you didn't want to talk but you needed to. You had to.

"I know, I know that you're our little feral alley cat and tough an' shit but it's okay to talk about your feelings. Especially when all of this is happening." Steven looked up at you expectantly, waiting for you to sit down and finally open up.

"Please?"