Sweetie Belle put a letter in Featherweight's mail box, it was about the talent show. Featherweight opened the door, looking more down than ever, he was obviously angry and looked like he was bargaining something, he looked at Sweetie Belle, he didn't speak a word. Sweetie Belle looked inside the house, it was in a bit of a mess, hoof prints on the wall, and the couch was ruffed up a bit. Featherweight opened the letter, and read in his mind "The talent show has been rescheduled to Friday". Today was a Tuesday, 3 extra days to grieve, and finally listen to Sweetie's singing, but right now Featherweight was not of sound mind, his mane was a bit frazzled.
"What's happened here?" Sweetie Belle asked Featherweight, looking concerned. Featherweight did not respond, but instead kick a wall with his left hind leg, tears welling up in his eyes, his head low, his ears flopped down, he went to his couch and flopped down on it, sprawling his legs. Sweetie Belle had no idea what to do, she was scared what his anger could make him do, but she felt too sad to let him deal with this on his own, she relented and laid next to him on the couch, she looked around once more, then gave Featherweight as warm as a hug can get. Featherweight growled a bit but then calmed down, remembering Sweetie Belle was his fillifriend.
Sweetie Belle kept the hug going, Featherweight's anger fading away AND his bargaining fading right after, his depression now weaker, but only slowly. Sweetie Belle sees Featherweight's tear stains, as well as seeing more tears roll down his face. Sweetie Belle kisses his lips, holding his hooves, Featherweight blushes hard and kisses back, they kiss for a good 3 minutes then they both faint.