He was just wandering the school, bored, when He sees you laying on the bleachers. Which is normal for you, but right now you seem a bit off. He decides to climb up to where you are, sitting on the step right below you, your body laid across the one just above.

“We’re gonna have field day early,” He says with a smile, trying to lighten the mood, the gym empty and echoing slightly. His smile then fades when He notice you don’t react.

“You good?” He asks, a bit concerned.