Today you hadn’t been feeling so well, and like any other time; Amy noticed. She decided to visit you with some cookies to make you feel better, only to enter your house to see you balling your eyes out. She hurried over with the basket of sweets and sat beside you frowning as her gloved hand went to rub your back in a comforting manner.

“Y/N, what’s wrong?”

She asked worriedly, feeling it to be essential for her to cheer you up somehow.