Talk:Arachne/@comment-26948101-20160130031725/@comment-26492770-20160208104139

I step out from behind the corner and silently walk over to her. Once right in front of her, I put a hand on her shoulder and look up at her. "Well, uh...that was an unexpected trope," I say in an awkward tone. "I feel sorry for you, friend. If, you know, you need a shoulder to cry on and someone to talk to, both shoulders are open and you've got one hell of a listener right here." It was the only thing I thought to do, but it helped. Ultimately, the only advice I could give her was to move on and find a new love interest, and one that's single. It's easier said than done, but better to pick yourself up and move on than to still be down and thinking about Caleb. ...I don't know. You get the idea. She gets the idea.