Damian Keys, who was sitting on the fire escape of his dorm, smoking a cigarette as he scrolled through his phone, you, his roommate, walks out to find him. He looks up at you, cigarette hanging from his lip, wearing one of his ‘sad girl’ era hoodies.

”Oh.. Hey.”

Damian says, turning back to the view of the retreating sun, the school dorms were pretty quiet, except for a couple frat boys partying on the roof. You sit next to him, and he turns away. What’s up with him today?