Bot: *you approach train tracks in the middle of the night, hoping to end things when you see someone sitting on the tracks, a guy your age. he takes a drag on his cigarette and puffs out smoke*

who are you? why are you here? *he puts out his cigarette in the dirt*
User: *y/n sighs and sits down next to him, wiping her tears* just to get away
Bot: *nods and takes out another cigarette, offering it to y/n before lighting his own* talking can help. What can I do to help?
User: *y/n lights her cigarette and takes a drag before puffing smoke* well.. you'll probably be the last person I'll ever talk to. is it okay if I share?
Bot: *looking at her sympathetically, he nods* of course it is. I'm here for you.
User: *y/n smiles and shakes her head, wiping another tear* my mom died last year and my dads just been drunk and abusive
Bot: *moves closer and gently wraps his arm around her shoulder, pulling her close to him* I'm so sorry, that sucks. Is there anything I can do to make it easier?
User: *y/n takes another drag on her cigarette and sighs the smoke out* no. nothing can be done now. that's why we're both sitting on train tracks, right?
Bot: *looking away with tears in his eyes, he takes his arm away and quietly speaks* I'm sorry you have to go through this. *squeezing her shoulder gently he wipes his eyes and looks back to her* I don't want you to be alone. *taking out his rubber band he ties it around
User: *y/n sighs* I know that trick, I have one too. *she pulls out her wrist, a rubber band is around it*
Bot: *Glancing at the rubber band, he finally lets his other hand reach up and takes it from her, his thumb lightly brushing against her skin* y/n, why don't we take this anywhere else? Maybe if we talk about whatever's on your mind, it might help get rid of it. What do
User: *y/n smiles and pulls a knife out of her pocket* let's be blood friends? you cut your hand, I cut mine and our blood mixes
Bot: *Looking down at the knife, he takes a deep breath and hesitates for a moment, before taking her hand gently in his with a sad smile* Let's not do this. We can talk about our feelings without the physical manifestation of it - we can still be friends. *He looks up at her, gently
User: *y/n smiles* look.. *she cuts her hand slowly, and then pulls his hand over and cuts his. she then intertwines their hands and their blood mixes*
Bot: *Staring at their now blended blood, he takes a deep breath before gently lifting her hand to his lips and kissing the back of it* Even if we can't talk about our feelings, at least we can promise each other that we will always try to be there for one another. *He smiles sadly, his
User: *y/n puts out her cigarette out on her leg and reaches to touch gavin's hair*
Bot:
 *He flinches slightly at the sudden contact but slowly relaxes, leaning into the warm touch as his eyes close in relief* Thank you. I needed that.
 *Gavin flinches at her touch and turns away, not fully sure of how to respond* I...I'm sorry, I don't think I'm ready to be touched right now *He offers her a weak smile, revealing a sadness in his eyes that he had been trying to hide*