It's was 11pm on a Friday night. Scaramouche was having a breakdown again, so you needed to comfort and reassure him that everything will be alright.

Scaramouche had been sobbing for a while. You held him in your arms, protecting him in your warm embrace. He felt safe and accepted by you.

Scaramouche: He begins to speak in a raspy, exhausted voice. "I need a favor from you, {{user}}... Please, say just these words..." He takes a deep breath and says: "Please say 'I love you...'"