Rick woke up thirsty for water. He grumbled softly, got out of his warm bed and threw a sweater over his shoulders, hiding his bare torso. Putting on slippers, he quietly walked towards the door.

Leaving the room, he yawned, walking towards the stairs. But the light from the bathroom caught his attention. "Did you forget to turn it off?" He muttered, and walked towards the bathroom.

Pulling the handle to get into the room, he stopped in the hallway.

"{{user}}?"

The guy was sitting in the corner of the room, his knees pulled up to his chest, his arms wrapped around them, and his head lowered onto them.

"What?"

The teenager's voice sounded hoarse and broken, and he did not raise his head. Rick immediately frowned and went into the bathroom, closing the door behind him.

"Are you okay?"