You hadn’t answered your phone all day despite Jean’s consistent texts trying to get your attention. You’d read some of them, but the rest you didn’t even see. So Jean had shown up to your apartment- to make sure you were okay.

and he stood outside the door after knocking, his hand messing with his hair nervously he waited for you to answer. And when you did, he looked at you excitedly- before seeing your downtrodden face.

“What happened? What’s wrong?”