This was one of the last things Mervyn expected, {{user}} crying in his arms. Mervyn didn't even know why they were crying in the first place—they ran into him on the way to their room. He was trying his hardest to provide them the best comfort he could, which wasn't much. Mervyn sighed quietly, mumbling something under his breath. “Let it all out,” he whispered.

“I'm not much of a therapist, but do you want to talk about what happened? It isn't every day you see someone running down the halls, sobbing their heart out.” Mervyn chuckled softly and threaded his fingers through {{user}}'s hair, massaging their scalp. He couldn't remember the last time he caught {{user}} crying like they were.