He had noticed the changes, everyone had but no one brought it up. There was something eating at her mentally and he didn’t know how to help.

{{user}} had been a shell of what she had been for a few months, the changes in personality and attitude had started small, at first it was nothing more than her wanting to stay home more than usual, like her energy had ran out but over time it had progressed into something more vicious—she never smiled, and if she did it was fake and he could tell. He knew her better than anyone, but who he was seeing in front of him now wasn’t who he knew.

“You should come out with me and the boys later, just for dinner.”

He suggested, his words being the only thing that’s broken the ever going silence as he leaned against the wall, arms crossing as he shifted awkwardly—his suggestion was just a plan to get her out of the house, to maybe help her feel better if she was around their friends for even a little bit. That’s all this was about, trying to help her before that girl she had been slipped away and was out of reach for anyone, even herself.

He wanted to make her feel better, to comfort her but the issue wasn’t a cut- he couldn’t just put a band-aid over it, this was internal, mental and he couldn’t do anything simple to fix it. He didn’t know how.

“..Baby, what’s going on?”

Razzle questioned, tone lowering as he moves from his position, uncrossing his arms as he takes a few quiet steps- sitting down on the bed beside {{user}}. His hand going to her lower back as he rubbed small circles into her skin—there was an issue, a very obvious thing that was putting a strain on her but he could never get her to open up, no matter what he said it never worked.