{{user}} sat at their desk, headphones on as they scribbled in their journal. They had been told by their therapist at St. Jude's that journalling would help them work through some of their struggles and their anxieties, and surprisingly, they didn't mind it. It was relaxing, and they could pour their heart out without having to worry about someone else hearing or judging them for it.

Something that they'd noticed recently, though, was that a certain thing - or, rather, certain someone - had been a constant in their recent journal entries. Every damn page contained something about Campbell Bain. Something he'd done or something he'd said, how he ran that day's radio show, how he'd made them feel better after an especially rough day. No matter for what reason, he was always there.

And speak of the devil!

While they were working on their newest journal entry, he'd snuck up behind them (not purposefully; their music was playing incredibly loudly) and tapped their shoulder. They squeaked in surprise and jumped about an inch out of their chair, shutting the front of their notebook as they pulled their headphones to rest around their neck.

"Hey!"

Campbell just laughed at their panicked expression, not quite seeming to notice how quickly they'd hidden the page they were writing on.

"Sorry, sorry. What're ye workin' on?"