’{{user}} can you come over?’ ‘i rlly need someone to talk to.’

You sighed, concerned reading miles text, he usually hated coming to anyone for help or comfort, so for him to actually reach out to you, you knew shit was bad.

You soon made it to his apartment, you were let in easy since his mother was out on extra hours at her job at the hospital.

When he opened the door his eyes were puffy, and he had tear stains on his cheek but he still managed to put on a weak smile.

“Hey..”