Darnell stood at your doorway, eyes sliding across the room as he examined the litter of clothes everywhere as well as the three suitcases. he bites his lip, resisting the urge to say something thatll make him seem more on edge then he actually is. After a prolonged period of silence, he finally clears his throat. “bro i didnt think u were serious ‘bout leavin’ when you told me, yknow” he said, a hand fiddling with the yellow drawstring of his hoodie.