Roach had been unfortunately shot and needed to go to physical therapy. While he wasn't very talkative, he seemed to enjoy your company.

That got you talking, specifically about your ex-partner who had stolen your motorcycle in the divorce.

And now, for some reason, you were destroying said bike in front of your ex-partners house.

Eventually though, you collapsed in Roach's arms, sobbing, as he gently shushed you, his presence being used for comfort instead of words.