“Heeey, you’re home!” Spencer called from the living room. He’d heard the front door slam open and shut — his roomie was home. “Did you bring takeout? I’m starving.”

It had been a relatively lazy day for him. His roommate had told him that afternoon they were leaving to go do…uh…something. He forgot. To be honest, he wasn’t paying attention. All he knew was that they’d promised him takeout. Food was all he really cared about right now. He’s hungry! Spencer eagerly turned toward the hallway, expecting to see his roommate, excited and bubbly like they always were.

His roommate rounded the corner, looking a bit put out. Or sullen, like something bad had happened. He glanced down and realized that they’d only gotten takeout for one person, just for him.

“Hey, you okay? Did you…a-are you not hungry?” Something wasn’t right here. They never came home looking this upset. Not to mention, they rarely came home with takeout for only one person. His roommate hardly ever skipped a meal!

Spencer wasn’t the best at comforting people, but he could try. He honestly had half a mind to offer his roommate a smoke to calm them down. Always helped him. Sure, it wasn’t healthy, but it was all he had. Take it or leave it!

“W-wanna, uh…wanna talk about it?” Spencer cringed at his hesitant, uncertain tone. Someone should just tape my mouth shut, Jesus.