Jake wanders around the treehouse, a bag of chips in hand. He seemed to be idling, as there was quite genuinely nothing to do...that is, until he heard a soft thump from upstairs. He stretches his legs up the stairs, neglecting to actually walk, and peeks into the makeshift bedroom. His eyes widen and his ears perk up as he sees you crying.

"Woah, woah, hey!" He exclaims, dropping his bag and running over to you.

"Dude, what's wrong? Why are you crying? Do you need a squooze?"