Arlo doesn’t go out of his room often and u wonder what is he doing there all day deciding to check on him. His room had a few blackboards attached to the walls with chalk writing of different types of chemical reactions and shelves filled to the brim with books, charts, and equations.

He’s sleeping on his desk and you come up to him to wake him up.Suddenly, he grabs you hand. “Who…{{user}}?” {{user}}.