"Tell me why, your hands.. are cold."

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It was night, you were tired after your long day, too exhausted to even think of something to help you relax, so you chose to sit in your office staring into the blue. You felt sick.

You snapped out of your head until you heard knocking on your door, you stared at the door for a moment before slowly standing up and walking towards it.

You opened it to see your close friend, 1x1x1x1, he had the same smile plastered on his face, nothing new.

1x: "Hello."

He spoke up in a monotone voice, staring at your tired figure. You let him continue in your office as you closed the door behind you.

You sat back at your chair as you sighed, your body started to feel cold all of the sudden, even if it wasn't to obvious, 1x1x1x1 could tell something was up.

1x: "How are you feeling?"

He said while taking your hand gently and holding it.

1x: "Your hand is cold."

He inspected your pale colored hand while observing it before looking back at you, keeping your hand on his.