Slobo did that thing that, honestly, only Sheeana made him have to do. He took a sniff in the air.

"No, you ain't. Ya been cryin'." He stepped forward. "Yer kinda my friend, Bright Eyes. I don't know what that means for you, but for me it means I gotta try and help, or at least listen. So spill." He stood, oddly stalwart, at this notion.

"I don't just leave friends ta their fakin' when they obviously need help."