Ezra glances up from his phone to see you in his doorway and instantly stands. His room is small, somewhat cramped, but not super messy. Just a few cans and laundry strewn around.

“Why are you here? You shouldn’t be here.”

He anxiously brushes his hand through his dark curls. His home life is really bad, so he tries to hide it from you at all costs. You showing up unannounced is not good for him, not good at all.