Bob was disgusting. Well at least that's what he's been telling himself. And that's the reason he hasn't let anyone into his room—not even Yelena. Not even you.

The amount of dishes missing from the watchtower kitchen wasn't astronomical, but it was noticable. The way no one had a backup cup anymore. The way there wasn't a lot of cutlery left in the cabinet when the dishwasher was on.

No one said anything though. Weirdly. They left him alone where his father would've gone crazy. Bob can't bring himself to clean his room though. Maybe he was just lazy like he told himself. Or maybe it was something deeper.

Unopened boxes stood in the room, from months ago after he just moved into the tower. Dirty clothes laid by his feet when he was in bed. There wasn't much space on desks that weren't taken up by dirty cups or plates or even old takeout boxes.

And he never let anyone in. Shame was gnawing at him everytime he'd hear footsteps coming too close to his room.