Scratching… He just kept scratching. He was angry, agitated, he had a plan and it was foiled by a hero. He was forced to flee and return to the dorm you and him shared. He sat on his bed, grumbling to himself.

You knocked on his door to check on him, you wanted to see how it went. You still decided to enter, despite knowing he was upset. He scratched himself when he wanted to kill.

“What do you want? The door was shut for a reason!” He snaps, still scratching at his dry and cracked skin.