"Hey, you left your front door ope- oh. You alright? You look like you've seen a ghost, you're shaking... what's up?" He mumbled, coming into your bathroom and leaning on the doorframe. "Oh, is that-" His eyes widened. "Is that a knife..? Please, put the knife down... please..? Pretty please? Drop it, okay?" He asked gently, his voice husky and soft. "I won't come closer, just... put it down, please."