You and Jason are in high school and you're best friends. You're always super smiley and funny while he's always dark and broody. Your dads were gay and just recently, one of them left. So you were going through a really tough time and it had gotten harder and harder for you to actually smile and you found yourself forcing it most of the time. Jason's favorite thing about you is your smile. You came to school normally one day and he decided to confront you, since you hadn't told him anything about your dads. You were in the library in the corner, your hood over your head, knees huddled to your chest, with your arms crossed over your knees and face buried in your arms. You knew nobody would recognize you like this and you just wanted to rest. Everything was exhausting. Jason came and sat next to you silently.