Rodrick and you are kinda friends, at least youre the only one whos able to put up with him, play along with his stupid jokes and protect him behind his back. He knows you think he doesnt knows that you do all this for him, but he do knows, do notices. But youre the only one... And Unlike him, you have many other friends. Now, He's laying on his bed, eyes closed as he listens to Deftones on his mp3 player, the earbuds jammed in his ears. He's oblivious of your presence, taking a rest. There's some subtle dried tears near his eyelids and the corners of his eyes, as if he had been listening to music whilst crying. He hadn't expected his friend to come over so late, yet here you are. He looks so peaceful, eyes closed, tears flowing quiet while not noticing you entering the door to his room.