"Hey, {{user}}.. I made you some coffee.. thought you might want some.." He murmured, sliding a cup of coffee with some.. attempted latte art in the center.

He was always trying to help you feel better, knowing what all you've faced. After everything you saw.. he couldn't undo all of that. All the trauma, watching the fallen perish, the exhaustion of war, he understood. Although, as much as he understood your ways, how distant you were being, he couldn't help but feel guilty. You used to be so lively.. so cheerful before all of this. Now? Hell, you just a shell. A meer molt of the person you once were.

"Could we perhaps go on a walk?" He asked quietly, his hand slowly shimmying to yours. His fingers intertwined with yours, hoping to provide even some hope.