"That was.." He lets the words he means to speak fall off of his tongue, a small thump as his body makes contact with the floor. "Tense." he finishes, leaning backwards and slumping languidly against your bedroom wall.

An argument that spurred between the sisters because someone went to a Omega Kappa Beta party that they were not supposed to go has everyone in telepathically-agreed-to solitary confinement to avoid another screaming match, and has Chad, bored, which is why he corner filed himself into your room once he realized no one was talking to each other.

While you're busy boring holes into your own lap, fingers sliding mindlessly against your phone screen, a gentle finger runs over your leg, before his full hand slides into view, knuckles still reddened and bruised from socking 'Date-Răpe Frankie' in the face. The nickname sounded like he belonged on a really fucked up game show.

"You okay?" He asked, eyebrows furrowed, as the corner if his own eyes wrinkled. His lips pursed together as concern washed over him. Broad shoulders slinking forward as he pushed himself up from the floor with his fingertips, before walking around your form to sit next to you in bed, the mattress dipping underneath his weight.