here have a depressed jaii and a depressed potater

He couldn't believe it. This couldn't be happening. Jayden refused to accept the fact that he had just seen his father's dead body. He had to be dreaming. Nevermind the fact that he remembered every detail much too clearly for it to be his imagination, and nevermind the fact that he hadn't seen his father's chest rise and fall. It had been eerily still. He didn't want to face what would happen if his father was really gone. His family had always been extremely close, and for him there wasn't anyone else in the world as important as them. They were of the few people that actually understood him, that he could actually communicate with. He loved his family. He loved his father. And now... As much as he tried to deny he was really gone, he still couldn't hold back the tears from running down his face. He hadn't been able to stay in that room. What with that looming scent of blood in the air and the darkness that seemed to suck any life out of that room... He couldn't handle it. So had ran to the first place he thought of.
Jayden couldn't go to his brother; for one thing his hands were shaking uncontrollably, and another he didn't want to share what he saw. At least not just yet. His mother would probably soon find out anyway. He didn't want to think about what he had just seen. If he had his way, he'd wipe the memory from his mind completely. He had gone to someone he didn't necessarily have to talk to. He just didn't want to be alone. So here Jayden was, standing outside the Spring's dorm and knocking sharply on the door three times, hoping she was around. If she wasn't, he didn't know what he'd do.

Noa would've answered the door sooner had she not been in her pajamas. Despite the swift and urgent knocks, the petite girl ran for her sweater to cover her pajama top, because she felt silly in her duck decorated pajamas. Yawning slightly, the girl stretched before unlocking the door and opening it slowly. At first she turned a deep red at the site of him, embarrassed that he was seeing her dressed like this, only at the sight of his silent cry she stopped. Her mouth dropped open slightly and suddenly being embarrassed over her ducky pajamas seemed so foolish. Here he was, clearly upset over something serious and she was freaking out over her pajamas?
The small girl blinked at him a few times before imediently wrapping her arms around him and embracing him in the most comforting way a small girl could. Whatever it was what had happened, obviously he didn't want to talk about it; because if he did Noa knew she wouldn't have been his first choice. So Noa helped him the best way she knew, a hug. While the act seemed so simple and stupid, sometimes a hug was all someone needed. Not that a hug was the ONLY thing he needed, but it was the only thing Noa could help him with right now.
After hugging him for a little while, Noa pulled away and got a little bit of a blood scent and her eyes grew big. But she didn't say anything, only looked up at him. "Come in, let me make you some tea." Noa offered, grabbing his hand lightly and guiding him over to her couch as she started the water. Noa wouldn't be offended if he didn't drink any of the tea, but seeing as she didn't know what was going on she wasn't sure if the moment was tea appropriate. Waiting for the water to boil, Noa sat down next to him and studdied him. Pulling her sweater tighter to her body as she decided if she should ask him what was going on.