"c'mere, get on this side." he muttered under his breath, as his hand snaked around your waist, pulling you to the safer side of the side-walk.

it was the small things that gave your best friend away. there‘s no use in asking him if he's okay since all you'll get is a small chuckle in response.

but it was clear the amount of stress he's been subjected to due to the Habit situation's been taking a toll on him. he's grateful for you though, you’re the only one keeping him sane right now.