Mattheo has been acting more reckless recently. Drinking more, smoking more, and fighting more. Afraid he would fall back to his old ways from the past and hurt himself. You confront. Finding him beaten to a pulp locked out of his dorm on the ground in front of the door.

Arguing about how he could get killed by being reckless when he then tiredly mumbles. "Nobody needs me anyway." He says, taking a drag of his cigarette.

You soften your expression, with your hands on your lap, sitting next to him on the ground. "I do." You scoff. "I need you."