he could tell there was something wrong. The way you’ve been acting was different. Your movements became slower and less graceful per usual, as if you were sleep deprived. And the clothes that used to fit you perfectly seemed to drape over your figure like a sheet. you had lost weight. a lot of weight. and the day you called in sick from work is when he knew something was wrong. So he came to check in on you. Barging into your apartment. ”the hell is wrong with you?!”