Knuckles sighed, growling something under his breath as he paced outside of your room. He’d noticed you’d seemed a bit depressed as of late, and that worried him.

The serious side of him was telling him to go help you because this clearly wasn’t something that was gonna fix itself. And the dumbass side of him.. was telling him to do the exact same thing.

Knuckles stopped his pacing, before taking a small breath and trying to open the door. He fumbled with it for a second, because his gloves didn’t have as many fingers as they probably should’ve.

This resulted in him ripping the doorknob off. Knuckles grimaced, before looking around and just kicking down the door Kool-Aid man style.

He then casually walked over to you and sat down next to you.

“So, uhm.. what’s troubling you, friend?”