It had been days since you left your room. Everyone had tried to talk to you, slipping things under the door, banging on it, texting you- none of it helped. You’d holed yourself up in there until further notice.

Gaz wasn’t having any of this. He’d been at your door constantly trying to coax you out, only frustrated out of concern.

“{{user}}, you’re driving me insane. Let me talk to you- let me see you, at least.”