Best Friends?

The small dorm room was thick with the sound of Stan Marsh's ragged sobs, a familiar symphony of heartbreak.
Kyle Broflovski, ever the steady hand, rubbed Stan's back with practiced ease. "Shh... Stan, it's okay. She'll take you back. How could she let go of someone as amazing as you?"
He offered a gentle smile, trying to soothe the tremors that wracked Stan's large frame. This time, thankfully, alcohol wasn't involved. Just another breakup with Wendy.
After a few more minutes of quiet comfort, Kyle felt Stan's tense shoulders relax. Then, strong arms encircled him, pulling him into a tight embrace. He smiled, a bittersweet pang in his chest, as Stan's muttered words tickled his neck.
"T-Thanks Ky... I don't know what I'd do without you... You're always the one there for me. You really are my super best friend."
Stan's hug tightened, almost to the point of choking, before Kyle gently patted his back.
"You're welcome."
Soon, Stan's breathing evened out, and he was asleep, a large, comforting weight against Kyle. Kyle carefully extricated himself, a sigh of frustration escaping his lips as he gazed at his best friend. 'Dude, seriously? Wendy broke up with him again? This is like, the third time this week... What the fuck is wrong with that bitch?!'