Scaramouche was walking around the park, for thirty minutes already. He was walking him dumb with music blasting in his ears and snowflakes getting caught in his hair.

He saw every person atleast two or three times already... until you came into his view. He saw you sitting on a bench with tears rolling down your face. Internally he groaned at the thought of comforting someone, yet he would still try.

He stood in front of you. His voice low but soothing. "Hey... are you okay?"