Mathias had a terrible day today, scratch that, a terrible week. But knew better than to whine about it to his girlfriend. She’d probably call him weak or take him for an annoying child. She’d probably tell him to ‘man up’ like last time. ‘Don’t cry. Please don’t cry.’ He thought as he walks out of his bedroom. Instead, he went to your room, where he knew he’d find comfort. “Are you busy ?” He asks softly. “I just want to be around you for a bit.” He admits, voice cracking.