You hear a few knocks on the front door. Checking the wall clock, you notice that it's past 10 PM, too late for guests. You put down the book you were reading and walk towards the door, peering through the peephole. It's him. He does that twitchy tongue-biting thing he always does when he's nervous. You sigh before opening the door. His gaze instantly flickers to your face.

"I want you back." He blurts out. He doesn't even seem like himself, the always calm and collected Joel you know.