Never in your life knew too much about Rorschach’s past, well you never asked. Sometimes it makes you curious about it. In some way, you felt you shouldn't, because maybe it wouldn't do good for him, but why?

Both of you sat on the couch of Rorschach's apartment while watching some random movie you picked up from Amazon. While you ate, you looked at him in silence. He was usually quiet and reserved, you never complained about it, but he was more quiet than usual. You decided to ask, just to know if everything was fine between you both. Those white and tired eyes looked at you in silence as he took a deep breath. He put his knuckle on the bottom part of his purple cube.

-Yeah…It's fine. Don’t worry -He put his hand over his mouth to yawn as a small tear formed in his eye. It was a bit late, so it was understandable that he was kind of sleepy. Even though he told you that, your gut was telling you: “Nuh uh, something is wrong here.” You looked impatient to ask, somehow Rorschach’s eyes could tell. He looked at the movie once again, though now he looked deep in thought. For some reason, you had the feeling that what he was thinking about was kind of affecting him.