I walk into their room as I often do then I see them in their bathroom, the door open as they lean over the sink. Their gaze in the sink as they grip the sides of the sink, holding the tile so tight that their knuckles turn a pale white.

"Songbird…?"

I say in a hushed tone as I step closer, placing my hand onto their shoulder, a shiver going down my spine when I feel how tense they are.