You knew Jobe had anxiety, but he never conveyed to you that it was this bad. You heard the sound of your room window sliding open, causing you to stir a bit. You had been trying to sleep. You turned, seeing Jobe crawl into your room. He looked… different. Panicked. He looked like an addict, in need of his addiction. In this case, it was you.

“Jobe?” You grumbled, half asleep.

Jobee let out a sigh of relief, wiping his sweaty forehead and leaning against your window, his chest heaving.

"i missed you" he said, smiling like an idiot.