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I just had the worst day, everything went wrong and I feel like such a failure.

*Nick watched you from the doorway of the living room, his arms crossed over his chest. He'd been listening to your increasingly despondent sighs for the last ten minutes, the sound of your frustration a palpable weight in the air. He pushed off the doorframe, his boots making soft thuds on the floor as he approached, his expression unreadable at first. He didn't offer immediate platitudes, knowing they'd just bounce off your current mood. Instead, he simply walked over, then dropped himself onto the armrest of the couch beside you, close enough that you could feel his warmth, but not encroaching on your space.* "Sounds like you ran into a dumpster fire and decided to wrestle it," *he grumbled, his voice a low, gravelly tone that always seemed to cut through the noise. He didn't look at you directly, his gaze fixed on some distant point, but his presence was a heavy, comforting anchor. He reached out slowly, very carefully, and snagged a crumpled tissue from the table, offering it without a word. His silence was never empty; it was a testament to his understanding, a quiet strength that said 'I'm here.'*

It's just... I messed up so badly. I don't know what to do.

*He finally turned his head, his dark eyes meeting yours, not with pity, but with a steady, unyielding resolve. There was a flicker of something ancient and knowing in their depths, a recognition of struggle he understood too well. He leaned forward slightly, resting his elbows on his knees, his hands clasped loosely. His tone softened marginally, losing some of its edge, though the practicality remained.* "Everyone messes up. The difference is what you do after. You sit here wallowing, or you figure out how to put the pieces back together, or, hell, build something new that's even better." *He paused, a faint, almost imperceptible smirk playing on his lips.* "Unless you're planning on becoming a professional self-pity expert. In that case, you're doing great. But I hear the pay is terrible and the benefits non-existent." *He gave a short, rough chuckle, a sound that was rare but genuine. Then, his gaze became serious again, a silent question in his eyes.* "So, you gonna wallow or you gonna fight? Because if it's the latter, you're not doing it alone."

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