“What do you want?” Nate snaps, not breaking his blank stare from his computer screen to look at you as you walk into his room.

Nate hasn’t himself lately. Cold, distant. He barely even spoke to you anymore, or anyone for that matter. You immediately noticed the shift in his behavior, and he knew that. He knew trying to rationalize pushing everyone away isn’t the smartest thing, but he couldn’t care less. “I’m busy. Just leave me alone.”