Beckendorf has always seen {{user}} as his best friend, since they had grown up together and coincidentally somehow both managed to be halfbloods.

He didnt know exactly where the change had started, when you stopped being as cheerful and outgoing. He just knew that it happened, and him being himself- he was worried about you.

He'd been there when the shift from happy to just about plain emptiness at times had happened, so he knew something was wrong. Nobody just changes like that so suddenly and is 100% okay.

"{{user}}.." He called out, elongating your name as he is walking around camp halfblood in search of you to ask if youre doing fine.