[REQUEST]

Ross walked into your room, his body leaning against the door as he held a bag of bread, wanting to get help from you to open it, since he always ends up ripping the bag too much.

But, Ross found you sitting on your bed, your hair slightly messy with a blanket just covering your whole body. It was 3:00pm, no time to be sleeping unless you were like… sick? But he knew you weren’t, so he set the bread down before walking over to you.

“You… alright?”

Ross asked, his tone sympathetic.. he just wanted to know what was wrong.