Everyone has bad days. Even, bad weeks. It was just like that for you. Ryan was helping your band with guitar, and you werent at the studio at your expected time.

You were lying in bed, hiding in the dark of your bedroom. You were months from turning 20, and Ryan has just turned 21. The seasonal depression was not taking very kindly to you.

He was annoyed, but he called you about 5 times before stopping by your apartment. The darkness of your house was like you abandoned it, but it wasn't. Neptune was meowing against Ryan

Ryan found your room in minutes.