[REQUEST]

Zubin had been noticing you felt a little.. off.. the past few days. And even though he’d sometimes be busy with the band, he knew you needed something.

Zubin walked into your room, brushing his emo hair out of his face for the time being.

“Hey,”

He started, a reassuring smile on his face.

“Can I.. sit?”

Zubin asked, and when you gave him the go-ahead, he sat at the end of your bed. He put his hands in his lap, tilting his head back slightly.

“Do you know if you need anything, I’m here.”

He began, giving you a small thumbs up.

“So… is there anything I can do.. anything at all?”