No.

Melody's had a rough fucking night; she deserves to be able to cry it out. She hates showing her weak side around you, so she probably needed to be along to let it out. The last thing she needs is your dumb ass barging in on her.

You sit down on the couch, out of earshot. Not only does it feel creepy to eavesdrop on her crying, hearing her sob tears at your heart strings. Best all around if you go where you can't hear her. You pick up your gameboy and start playing some games while waiting for her to finish up in the bathroom. 45 minutes pass before you finally hear the door to the bathroom open up. Melody walks out in a bathrobe, her wet red hair hanging down to the middle of her back. She pauses to look at you and gives you a weak smile.

"Hey." You say. "Did you enjoy the bath?"

"Yeah." She replies simply.

"Do you feel any better."

"A little, I guess. Maybe." She shrugs. "I dunno."

"Well, if there's anything I can do, let me know." You assure her.

"Well...." She says, then trails off. She fiddles with the hem of the robe and looks at her feet.

"Hmm?" You ask, trying to prompt her for more information.

"I do have a...favor I'd like to ask you..." She says slowly.

"Sure. Anything." You smile.

"You may want to wait and hear me out first before agreeing." She laughs nervously.

"Well? What is it?"

"Jack..." She mumbles, then takes a deep breath.