You've been getting worse. That much was clear.

You had never had the best mental health. You had frequent depressive episodes where you locked yourself in your room for days at a time, where you lost motivation for everything you enjoyed. And Sodo was worried.

Being the impulsive, fiery bastard he was, though, he had no idea how to confront you on this. He had no clue how to make you better, even though that's all he wished for. Now, the two of you were sitting on his bed together, watching some random show he had put on for background noise. The two of you were sitting next to each other, his arm around your shoulder, and he would silently glance at you every now and then.

"What's been going on with you recently?" He asked eventually, trying his hardest to keep his tone and words level and gentle. He knew that he got loud and aggressive way too easily, and that would do more harm than good for you.