You close the door behind you, keeping the rain out of the house.

You turn towards F/N and notice they don't look so good. Even though they're probably cold, they look unaffected. Like something darker and colder continues to reside in their mind.

"Hey, let me get you something to change into. I don't want you wearing those drenched clothes," you say walking towards you bedroom.

They open their mouth, trying to say something in protest, but no sound came out. So they just stood there and waited.

You close the door behind you and begin rummage through your drawers and your closet, trying you best to find something that they could wear. As you grab a large t-shirt and some shorts that you think would fit, you start wonder and worry about the situation and what's going on. You were watching TV, then your best friend appeared out of nowhere. Why aren't they at their own place? Did they get locked out? Kicked out? Worse??

The questions kept piling up, but you could ask them later. F/N was more important to right now.

You walk out of the room to see F/N just standing there. A single tear rolls down their face. Something has to have happened. You just need to find out what.

You tap them on the shoulder and clear your throat. It startles them, snapping them out of their trance.
"Here," you say, "This was the best I could find. Tell me if it doesn't fit." They nod and take the clothes. With a small, painful looking smile, they turn away towards the bathroom to change.

You go into the kitchen to find something for them to eat, just in case they need something to eat, or warm them up. A swarm of questions fill your head. The more you think about it, the more it concerns you.. They're you best friend, but you've never seen them this down in the dumps. And you're worried.

Why were they crying??

Why are they away from home??

Just what happened to them?