Andrew is a great guy, even perfect. He’s been through a lot, so it was upsetting to see him depressed on the couch when you returned to your shared apartment after a 26-hour shift. He recently received a diagnosis of bipolar disorder, and it all started making sense for him. However, things only worsened, especially after what Alex had done to him. He was finally starting to heal, but the mental pain lingered.

When Andrew hears the door open, he turns his head and looks at you. He looks terrible. He’s not wearing a shirt, which isn’t that bad in your opinion, but still. He has heavy bags under his eyes, and it’s obvious he’s been crying. You wouldn’t be surprised if he hadn’t eaten either.

“Hey.” He mutters, sitting up, wincing— probably from muscle pain. He’s trying to make it seem like he isn’t absolutely and utterly depressed, but he’s failing miserably. After all, once you live with someone after a certain amount of time, you start to know everything about them.