It's like a funeral. No one is entirely sure what to say.
Sad souls are sitting around stirring their tea. The silence is deafening. There are some muffled sobs in the background.
And then someone giggles nervously and says: "Eh, I didn't see Dwight Gayle scoring two goals, did you?"
And he is immediately battered to a pulp.
That's how it is right now for Liverpool supporters. They feel like we're consoling grieving relatives.
They're sitting at a void deck, nibbling the nuts, playing mahjong and refusing to look up at that colourful display in the distance; a coffee shop TV replaying highlights of Liverpool's inexplicable 3-3 draw at Crystal Palace.
How does one prepare for such a calamitous tragedy? How does one break the news to a naive fan who foolishly went to bed when the rampant Reds were leading 3-0 yesterday morning (Singapore time)?
Trained counsellors would struggle with the fallout. There is a controversial technique known as a "counter-worry", where bad news is diluted by the inclusion of even worse news elsewhere.
Imagine a counsellor and a couple of police officers knocking on the door and saying: "Sorry to wake you, Mr Chia, but you might want to sit down and take off the Liverpool hat, scarf, gloves and full kit.
"We have some bad news I'm afraid, sir. The polar ice caps have entirely melted overnight and the world is threatened by a global tsunami. There is anarchy in the streets and people are fleeing with only loved ones, whatever personal possessions they can carry and the latest edition of Farm Heroes.