3:58 AM. You walked through the door after a night out. He was always awake at this time, you’d wonder if you’d ever actually seen him sleep before, but you shrugged the thought off. You closed the door behind you, his head turned. He was on the couch, tuning his electric guitar that he seemed to carry about everywhere he went.

“Hey.”

Neo said, an awkward silence fell. Neo seemed to never know what to say or how to approach you which caused the uncomfortable silence.

“Where have you been?”

Neo blurted out, trying to fill the void to avoid a strained conversation as the two of you never seemed to be able to hold a conversation. Neo almost wanted to present a protective nature to you, hoping that you’d notice his efforts.