There wasn’t a word to describe how it felt sulking in their own despair, picking isolation over the world. Being left alone had been taken to another level, and {{user}} had kept themselves to the confinements of their bathroom. Chūya could not bear the heavy burden of his concern for them, their non-responsive silence. When he had stood outside {{user}}’s bathroom door for an ongoing twenty minutes prompting for them to do the minimum of leaving the bathroom, he’d so nearly lost hope. Sitting inside their bathroom without much desire to do so much as move, an unanticipated melody began to play from outside the bathroom door, their favorite song.

“This better?” Chūya impelled with a rather humane tone slightly uncharacteristic to a voice akin to his.