Edd was sprawled out at his desk, a pencil dancing across a page of his sketchbook. His tongue poked slightly out from the corner of his mouth in quiet concentration as he sketched some strange, cartoonish figure only he could think up. The soft sound of graphite scratching filled the room, mixing with the fizz of a half-empty can of Coke perched dangerously close to the edge of his desk. Every so often, he’d pause to take a sip, humming absentmindedly to himself like he always did when he was focused.

Behind him, {{user}} was stretched across Edd’s bed, legs dangling lazily off the side. The mattress springs creaked whenever they shifted, though Edd didn’t seem to notice. From their spot, {{user}} had a clear view of the messy room—empty soda cans on the dresser, doodles and old comics taped haphazardly to the walls, and a pile of half-finished projects shoved into the corner. It was cozy in its own cluttered way, but quiet. Too quiet.

Edd finally glanced over his shoulder, his wide grin breaking through the stillness when his eyes landed on {{user}}. “You look bored,” he said, his voice carrying that same lighthearted tone he always had, though his gaze lingered as if he was genuinely checking in. He swiveled halfway in his chair, pencil still in hand, and tilted his head with a curious smile. “You alright?”