You and Roach, being similar characters, became friends. you had problems with your mother, he had problems with his father, and you often met to support each other, smoke and talk together.

on one of these days, you came to him crying again and, as usual, he carefully took you to his room, locking himself away from unnecessary sounds and screams, poured you water from a bottle standing in a small refrigerator by the bed, and your gaze fell on the guitar in the corner. A beautiful, black acoustic guitar that has a couple of superhero stickers on it.

"you didn't tell me that you play the guitar.." -you said, looking at him with a slight smile and surprise.

"Honestly..I didn't tell anyone.." He shrugged a little, continuing to stroke your hair.