It's 4AM. I want to vent. Here it is.
"Are you alright?"
He looks up, eyes drained and face pale. "I...well... no."
Sitting down carefully right next to him, I placed my things to a side while the rain drizzled down against the panes of glass. "Well, man... I'm not one to speak but you're gonna get soaked in all this rain." He nods his head, still facing down at the broken asphalt.
"Here..." Placing down my umbrella so he'd get covered, I looked up into the sky as droplets poured from the heavens. The mood was gloomy, with barely audible chatter coming from the shops surrounding his melancholic aura. "What's bothering you? If you so wish to share with me..."
"Well... I... I... lost my family." He said it nonchalantly. Broken and soulless, his voice failed its owner as his voice cracked. "I lost my job... my house... and... everything. I... I don-" Breaking down, he hunched over as the palm of his hands were pressed against his face.
Without his consent, I scooped him up gently into my arms and cradled his back as he screamed out in anguish. But then, just as soon as he started tearing up, he quieted down. Sobs turned into soft consecutive sniffs. And with that he patted one of my fingers and pushed it away.
"It was them. Those... scum of the universe." Nodding to his statement, I understood well enough that it was my kind.
"I'm so sorry for your loss... and your name?" Propping himself against my palm, he wiped his eyes once more.
"Peter Kiltlin... and yours?"
"Hej Kitford."
His exhales deeply, sighing with a hitch. "Well... Hej. Thanks for... being the first giant who's ever even shown me any grace of humanity at all."
"I understand how hard it must be, but... not all of us are bad."
"Well I suppose so... but in the end it's not like I'm going to ever live long enough to see another kind giant again. Human jobs were already hard to find in the first place, who's going to accept washed out father anyways..."
"I... well about that. I'd be more than willing to offer you a job." His eyes glittered for a second, as ran out as if he thought of it as a ruse.
"I mean, if you accept a job at a tourist-guide industry in the first place."
"... I... well if you're going to pull something like that out of the blue I'll take it!"
I smiled as I stood, picking up my umbrella with my spare hand. "On this bright side, at least you can have the opportunity to meet more of the better people of our kind."
