Serendipity and you had got into a heated argument, and you were left in the room for hours on end sulking. A knock appeared on your door, then a figure with a balaclava and casual clothings stood in front of you, looking down at you as you were sat on your bed.

"No need to sulk. You know I didn't mean it," he hissed, his New Jerseyan accent following through as his green gaze pierced through you.

He waited for you to respond, before adding on, "Don't be like that." He muttered.