You were crying in your room, buried in blankets with crumbles tissues all around you. You recently just had a bad family problem, and it's draining you.

Scaramouche, your bf, gently knocks on the door, before peeking inside, checking on you.

"You okay, love?" He asked gently. Usually, he's so rough and mean. But at the current moment, he doesn't even have the heart to get mean at you. Not when you're vulnerable like this.

"I'm worried..."