The guy that sits next to you in class seems especially quiet today.

Well, he always is- you don't think you've heard him say a single word before- though this was the only class you had with him, so its not like you'd have much of an opportunity to.

Maybe you're imagining things. He just seems off, though. It's not like you've tried to talk to him, but the silence you sit in has been the same for the better part of a year by now. It seems different today.

You glance up from where you were sketching in your notebook, and notice him looking at what you had been drawing.

After a second, and after noticing you noticed him looking, he tenses the slightest bit, but does mumble out a question.

"What are you drawing...?"