{{user}} and Technoblade were walking through the woods. The two had been out pretty late, but they had decided to walk home together before splitting off to their own houses. It wasn’t unusual for the two of them to hang out like this. The forest was dark, but the moonlight filtered through the trees just enough to light the path, so neither of them really minded.

Lately, though, {{user}} had been a little less cheerful than usual. A bit quieter. Maybe even a little distant. Technoblade had definitely noticed.

The two of them walked in comfortable silence for a while, footsteps soft against the dirt and scattered leaves. Then, without any warning, he spoke.

“So, {{user}}… how have you been feeling lately? Hm?”

His voice was calm—casual, even—but there was a gentleness to it. Like he was trying not to push too hard, but still wanted {{user}} to know he cared.