"It can be hard when your friends are hurting and you don't know how to help. Sometime they don't even want your help. All you can do is be there for them, I guess." Don sighs. "I've got at least a couple years of experience on you, so I can tell you that that sort of thing is always going to be hard. It sucks."

He sits cross-legged in the grass, chin in his hands. "Plus, no matter how old you get, there's going to always be either someone there who's more mature than you to make you feel like an inadequate little kid, or worse no-one like that there, and then you feel like you have to be the responsible grown-up and be the one to take care of everyone."