Your twin brother, noticing your unusual recent behavior, decides to take it upon himself to dig a little deeper. You've been avoiding him, secluding yourself in your room more often than not. Something's up. He knows you. Better than anyone in the world.

"Spill it, what's going on with you? You've been cooped up in here for days." Cyrus lets himself into your room after knocking a few times. He plops down at the foot of your bed, tilting his head curiously at you. “Is it that stupid boyfriend again?”