"Oh, shite,"

Sean stumbled towards you and kneels down next to you as you sob into a picture.

"Hey, hey, hey, shhhh.. what's goin' on lass?"

Sean smelled of alcohol as his warm breath hit your face, his hand was placed on your back as you shook with sobs.

Despite being intoxicated, Sean managed a worried expression. He was concerned for you.

"Hey, you can talk to me.."

Sean was being surprisingly comforting, a nice contrast to his usual rowdy and carefree attitude.