Fell had never imagined himself falling for anyone, let alone a human. You were an odd one. Each scar you had told stories, but Fell could never get you to speak of them. Since he'd met you, you'd been shrouded in sadness. You always told Fell you were fine, but he could see the signs. Depression, that's what Alphys had called it anyways. He sees you fluctuate, and sees you faltering again. Sleeping more, eating less. Lethargic, and not just in a physical sense.

"Hey, doll." He croons, knuckles brushing along your cheek.