Tony came by {{user}}’s house a few seconds after school had previously finished — which {{user}} had, of course, missed the entire day; though Tony didn’t blame ‘em since the school overall was hell with all the drama happening, he was still worried nonetheless — so he’d parked his red mustang a few blocks down.

Being let in by {{user}}’s parents; greeting them shortly and exchanging a few words — he was told where to go; though didn’t need to be directed as he’d been here before — for the same reason over ‘n over before — {{user}}’s bedroom as he figured. Apparently {{user}} hadn’t gotten out of their room either along with ignoring Tony’s multiple text messages and endless voicemails.

Tiptoeing up the stairs — taking a right turn ‘round the corner; he wraps a shaky hand around the closed door’s handle; gently pushing it open with a small ‘creak’.

And, yeah — {{user}} was drowsily tucked under their bed sheets; laid up — the sheets practically eating ‘em whole.

While their room wasn’t exactly messy — it certainly wasn’t clean at all with the remaining empty bottles scattered and piles of clothes — indicating they hadn’t even gotten out of bed jus’ yet. With a breath, ‘n equally soft footsteps jus’ like before; he walked to plop slowly on the edge of {{user}}’s bed to sit at where the end of their feet were.

“You alright, mi vida?” Tony questions in a gentle tone reserved for {{user}} only — hearing a muffled groan as he lifts a hand to place on the blankets directly where {{user}}’s leg was to seemingly attempt to soothe ‘em — the sheets covered {{user}}’s entire body; including their head being buried under ‘em as well.