We walked on the rooftop. It's huge and empty. I hope he's not the type to lean or sit on edges. I am not letting him do that.
"Why do you like this place? There are other places where you could be alone."
"Here." He held my arm gently and walked us further.
"The view." He answered with a content smile. "It looks so happy and colourful from up here."
Did he come up here because he felt sad or lonely?
"Were you sad? You used to come up here a lot." I kept a hand on his shoulder. Not that I wanted to pry, but we've been over heavy stuff before. I'd like it if he were to open up to me. I don't think he talks a lot with others. But it's fine if he didn't want to.
"I was just not happy." He had a sad smile on his face. I didn't remove my hand from his shoulder. I don't know what to say, so all I can do is support him.
I'm here.