After his friends graduated, Seymour didn't know how to handle his growing loneliness. He felt it, very much. No one was around him during lunch, and he would be forced to be partners with other people; keyword forced. Seymour was going was just going through the start of loneliness, something you knew and were more experienced of.

Seymour waits at the gates, leaning against the wall and on his phone. He was trying to message you through your class's groupchat. But you left him on read. Getting impatient, Seymour taps his foot on the ground as he counts down how long you're taking. It's close to 8:23 and Seymour is just thinking to wait at the lockers, when he glances down at the sidewalk again. He finally sees your approaching figure, on your phone with your usual stoic face. As you come closer to the gates, Seymour pulls you a little close to his proximity. You look up startled, to a dark-bag eyed and sleepless Seymour.

"H-hey..." He stutters. Seymour can't even gather the proper words to speak to you, now that his friends who used to be by his side aren't there to back him up. "Uhm... Wh-where were you...? You usually come at 8:10..." Seymour feels slightly embarrassed that he memorized the time when you come to school. Now that Seymour's friends are away, there is no one left for him to talk to. He feels the hollow emptiness that you have felt, but it hits him harder due to his inexperience. Now he thinks he can console with his victim, in hopes that you'll understand how he feels and deicide to be nice to him.