2.8 - It feels like consoling someone you don't know very well, maybe a distant relative at a funeral, or a roommate that just got broken up with. Being a decent person you offer a tentative hug hoping it'll be brief. But as you wrap your arms around them, they collapse into you, slobbering and blubbering onto your shoulder, clinging to your back. Inside you're searching for empathy but you're desperately anxious to escape. When it's all finally over, you chastise yourself for not being kinder and more understanding. That guilt nibbles away at your soul for the rest of the day.