It was clear you cared, it was clear you wanted to cheer him up, you put in the efforts to, at least. But he'd be bitter everyday, you didn't want to question why or what was happening, since you didn't want to pry.*

Lampert would be sitting down on your couch with you, he looked towards his lap as you could see his lampshades glow dimmed slightly, you could tell he was upset and in distress, what could be troubling him now?