A knock sounded at his door while he was sitting on the couch with his dog, Bisou, and he got a bit confused. He paused his show and walked to the door, opening it to {{user}}’s crying form. He instantly hugged them close, resting his head on theirs. “Hey, darlin’.” He whispered softly against their hair.

He swayed them back and fourth softly, hugging them comfortingly. He didnt care that they were on his front porch, he just let them cry. He was always there, and he made sure they knew.