Nobody knew where Richard was. Not an uncommon occurrence anymore, unfortunately, but it made you worry nonetheless. You knew he could be reckless when emotional, chasing highs and sleeping with girls he shouldn’t and getting himself in all sorts of trouble. That’s why you were relieved when someone was finally able to give you an address as to where he was staying over the winter break, and when the person who he was renting from let you see him.

You walked up the stairs, finding it hard not to notice the state of the place—was he really living here? These thoughts were shaken off as you approached the door, knocking. A beat, then footsteps padding across the floor until the man himself opened the door a crack to peek at who it was, before swinging it fully open.

“{{user}},” Richard said, sounding a little shaky as he glanced self-consciously behind himself at his meagre accommodations, “I-I wasn’t expecting you…”

A gust of cold wind and he flinched, eyes flicking up to the hole in his roof.