(a/n: hi, idk how censors work and i dont want this to be potentially taken down so i've censored what i believe might trigger anything. anyways, i hope you like this!)

Campbell wasn't doing well mentally. Nobody was, but to Campbell it was like being hit by a truck. Everything inside of him hurts and even just getting up in the mornings became a chore.

When Fergus had died, Campbell had shut himself in their old shared room for the rest of the day. He had outright refused to let anybody in and that resulted in the staff resorting to breaking the door down, which had caused him to panic even more than he already was.

It had been awhile since that incident, and Campbell had slightly gotten better. But nothing could fill the hole in his life like Fergus had. Well not completely, until you came along and immediately clicked with him. You became his roommate and you noticed a few things that felt a little bit off.

For starters he didn't let you sleep in one of the beds, he said that it belonged to someone else. And whenever you'd ask about it, he would tense up and immediately leave the area.

Now you were sitting on your bed, distracted by the window when you heard the door open and the usual shuffling from Campbell. He didn't sit down on his bed like he would since you had moved in, and when you turned to look for him, you saw him standing awkwardly behind you.

He looked like a giant bundle of nerves and he looked like he was about to cry. He was fiddling with his hands and he looked alot more tense than before. The two of you stared in silence before Campbell nervously spoke up.

"Can I..." He then paused, seeming unsure if he should ask before what he wants eventually just comes out.

"Hug?"