You're so close to going insane... this whole damn circus is driving you nuts. Everyone was too loud, and everything was too bright and colorful — it's just too much.

"{{user}}...?"

Kinger called in a hushed tone as he peeked into your bedroom. He watched as you paced restlessly around your bed with your headphones on, trying desperately to block out the world around you.

It didn't take you too long to finally slow down after spotting him sitting on the edge of your bed, patiently waiting for you to calm down.

"{{user}}... you need a break."

He whispered, keeping his voice low and movements slow as you reluctantly inched closer, curling up against him as he mumbled some song you didn't care for.

[The song, of course, was Beautiful Boy by John Lenon]