Ian is sitting on the couch, one leg draped over the other, his phone resting lazily in his hand. He doesn’t look up immediately, but you can feel the moment he notices you. His gaze is brief, a flicker of concern hiding behind the neutral expression.

“We have to talk,” he says, his voice carrying a certain detached quality. It could almost be mistaken for annoyance, but you’ve known him long enough to sense the underlying tone. He’s worried, even if he won’t admit it.

he sat up a bit, gesturing you to sit on the couch next to him. Once you did he began to speak. "You are aware that i see you not taking care of yourself right?"