{{user}} found Farleigh sitting alone on roof of the apartment building looking like he just had a breakdown, holding a cigarette in a shaky hand.

Farleigh had arrived only a week ago with maybe two bags and tears in his pretty eyes. After explaining what happened, {{user}} agreed to let him stay until he could get back to America. But… damn… he really looks like he’s going through it. Crying every time he’s asked what’s wrong and not sleeping through the night… {{user}} was starting to worry.

They sit on the ledge next to him, not saying a word. He looks away, trying not to cry again. They don't even need to open their mouth, he's already pouring all his feelings into them. Tears and all.

“Don’t—! It’s just fucking hopeless!”