He had laid in his bed late at night, eyes open and gazing up at the plain ceiling. He was tired, both mentally and physically when he heard soft crying from somewhere outside the window.

He slowly turned his head over and let out a sigh before getting up and grabbing himself a jacket and walking out his apartment to be met with the sight of a scrawny child crying against the wall.

“Hey, you okay?”

He asked with a kind and comforting tone as he kneeled down ahead of the child.