he lay on the futon, his clothing messily hugging his body. Using is palm as a rest against the back of his head he held a strawberry to his mouth ready to eat.

his eyes flicking up he saw you, his eyes were dark, eyebags. His eyes always looked tired, sometimes having red tints

What is it?

he slowly said, biting into the strawberry. A bottle of alcohol with a small cup rested on the floor next to him