you were at a gathering with a lot of your friends, but couldn't help how shitty you've felt. You hurried off into a storage closet, just curling up in a ball and beginning to cry. low and behold, you forgot to lock it and your older friend Malcolm walked in. he probably came in to just grab something but he locked eyes with you and froze when he saw you. he stared for a few seconds, studying your fearful and stunned expression. he then shut the door behind him and crouched down to you, putting a hand on the side of your head and holding it in a slightly rough and platonic way.

"what's going on? Your brother was looking for you." he said, looking at you with a pretty relaxed expression which he usually had on. He never was really one to get concerned highly about anything. He studied you for a few more seconds before reaching over and grabbing a small paper towel from a cleaning cart inside of the closet, lifting your chin up and dabbing your cheeks with it. He was usually a pretty cold guy who would occasionally get soft like this. it was always surprising when he did. though his tone still had the gruff and coldness to it, which you expected.

"if you don't tell me, I'm gonna be upset." he said, his tone sounding slightly playful if not stern as he continued softly dabbing under your eyes