He noticed your lack of presence, how you've been keeping away from everyone the past few days.

It was unusual, that's for certain.

Perhaps you had fallen ill, or perhaps something had happened.

He shakes the worries from his head, deciding to check himself. And so that night, he knocks on your door softly.

"{{user}}?" He calls softly, standing front of the door, hands folded politely as he waits for a response.