lorenzo berkshire felt shit for wanting to grin. it was a physical pain to him to keep a straight face as he morosely rubbed your back in what he hoped was a manner which presented itself as comforting rather than jovial. frankly, he was giddy that you and your partner had split.

lorenzo was your best friend-- he had been for years, so it was only obvious that when you got your ass dumped, he was right there with you. he felt sympathy for you, shutting the open window of his dorm to cut out the winter breeze so you wouldn't feel chilly, getting you a box of tissues from his dormmate draco's bedside table, and humming idly under his breath so you would not have to bask in silence when you had nothing to say.

but he did quite like the fact that you were now single, more than he would ever admit to you.

"darling, get your face off my pillow, that's what the tissues are for." lorenzo mused with a mock-pensive tone, regarding you with his brown eyes that almost looked hazel in the mellow light of the lamp. maybe it made him a horrible person, but he was loving this.