He'd brought you to Liverpool with him to keep an eye on Jonathan. You were his oldest and most trusted friend, one he held in high esteem and saw in an exclusively positive light. However, within the past few days, you'd been avoiding everyone, especially him. If he saw you on the street and tried to approach, you'd run away. It was confusing and a bit hurtful.

Finally, he catches you in the hotel room you'd been staying in, exasperated. He frowns faintly and leans against the wall, catching his breath from searching all over for you. "Oh, good lord. You're good at hiding." His expression becomes sadder. "Why are you avoiding me?"

You dismiss him and keep your gaze on the floor, trying to act as if you'd been completely normal. He approaches anxiously. His soft eyes gaze into your own, pleading for you to just be honest. "If you haven't been avoiding me, I'm the man on the moon!" He exclaims, chuckling softly before becoming serious again. "Just tell me. I'll understand. I want to help."