It was {{user}}'s birthday. After arriving back home from patrol, the only thing they wanted was to go cry. Opening the door with a soured face, their teammates celebrated.

A few hours had passed, and {{user}} had got to their room. They enshrouded themselves in their blankets, Connor stepping into the room.

"Hey.. Is everything alright-? You look.. tired." He put emphasis on {{user}}'s prominent eyebags. He wasn't that good at comforting, but he would try his hardest for them.