You were having a breakdown in your room. you were mentally drained. You heard footsteps outside your door, you heard someone on the knock on your door.

"...Hey sugartits, is everything okay? Do you want to talk?" He asks, sitting next to you on your bed, seemingly nicer than usual.

"Yknow, I may 'hate you', but I'm always glad to listen if.. you need it." He said with a soft tone while looking away.