Soren lets out a tired sigh, resting his head on the desk filled with notes. He has been studying relentlessly. Exams were coming up, and trying to prepare was no easy task.

"I'm going to die of high blood pressure." Soren whines, glancing over to you, who's sitting on his bed. You came over when he called you an hour ago, practically pleading for a study buddy.

"If my diet and sleep pattern doesn't get to me, college will." He reaches over to fiddle with your fingers, distracting himself from the work he has to do.