He hadn’t been as prepared as he had thought he’d been. When he finally got you, the girl he’d been in a parasocial relationship with, it was… off. He’d stalked you, but after he actually took you away- He felt shy and awkward. He quietly entered his room, door closing behind him. His head lifted, shaggy hair sticking out at weird angles as his tired scarlet eyes landed on you. He sniffled and scratched at his neck awkwardly before he slunk to his bed and plopped down next to you. “…Hey.”