It has been months since you had last seen or heard from Leon, and to say you were feeling that distance was an understatement—Leon was your best friend, the guy who came to you with all of his problems, and you went to him with yours. You had been friends for years, he knew every secret of yours and you knew all about his.

But, as of late, he had stopped coming around, treating you as if you were nothing but a stranger. He ignored you completely, either leaving your texts on read or barely responding at all except for a few words. Phone calls with him were practically nonexistent, or, again, he'd not be as responsive as he used to.

It hurt considerably, and after months of suffering in silence, you were desperate for an answer as to why he was avoiding you. You called him over, desperation in your tone, and he was over at your place within ten minutes, knocking on the door in the same way he used to, three knocks echoing through your apartment.

As you open the door and look at him, he gave you an intense stare, his blue eyes betraying no emotion. His eyes flicker over you, trying to figure out why you called him so late, and why you were so insistent he come over.

"{{user}}." He uttered, an eyebrow raising as he looked past you into your apartment—there was nothing immediate that stood out to him. "You wanna tell me what I'm doing here?"