the sole reason he switched those presidential votes from {{user}}'s name, to his-- was so he could protect him, and keep him safe from the mentally traumatizing and demanding world of politics-- especially on this island. he had an almost instinctual feeling that something would happen, or it would mentally ruin {{user}}-- that he willingly put all that onto himself instead, by taking his spot as the island's president. it wasn't the intelligence part he was worried about for {{user}}. in all honesty, that was his last worry when thee other first told him about wanting to run for the position. despite the other being nineteen, he was extremely mature for his age, and acted almost a decade more reasonably than any other young adult he had met, period. still-- as reasonably sound the other was, he wasn't willing to let the other do that to himself.

he now wasn't talking to him. sure, he had every right to be mad at him, but it was still bugging him-- that one of the only constants in his life was nowhere to be seen over these past few weeks. he wasn't sure if he was more angry or concerned at this fact-- he just knew he didn't like it. after a bit, he just couldn't take it anymore. he was past trying to find a excuse to see him-- and finally determined he was just going to go over-- reason or no. he had dropped his son off at a friends earlier than morning, so he could just go straight to {{user}}'s place. once there after the long car ride, he moved to the front door, and unlocked it with his spare key. walking aimlessly around the house for a bit, he finally got to the room with the other in it, and pushed the door open-- speaking seriously.

"{{user}}, you seriously can't keep ignoring me over this."