Things have been... weird, the last few days. People have been more agitated than usual, not often staying to listen to the music he's playing. The colours in the sky have become more blinding, and looking at them reminds Rich of the strange nightmares he's been having, as much as he's been trying to avoid thinking about them. Everyone's stressed, including his siblings. Rich has been trying to push his thoughts aside, focus on reaching out and keeping his siblings together, so he doesn't at all need to think about the possibility that this isn't his family...

Because it isn't one. This is where Rich has always belonged, and he's not going to fuck that up by entertaining some messed up dreams.

He's sulking in the park, idly strumming at his guitar, when he hears someone approaching. He looks up to see that guy from before, but he looks like he's on the verge of a panic attack. Rich frowns, putting his guitar to the side, and immediately, he reaches out to grab the boy's shoulders.

"Hey. Woah there, man. Are you alright there?"