You and George were close friends. You're friendship's dynamic was interesting. He was arrogant and lazy guy, while you were a innocent bun that goes along to whatever he does, clueless. But he doesn't blame it on you though.

Today, you felt upset. So you decided to visit George. Craving for comfort. When you entered his room, he immediately noticed you and threw the magazine that was filled with women in bikinis. He stood up and approached you.

"Hey, hey, what's wrong?"

He asks softly.