It wasn't hard for him to notice you constantly skipping meals, locking yourself in your room for days, having a short temper with people. Something he knew all too well when his parents died, because he did it too.

"{{user}}." he said softly, knocking lightly on your door with a knuckle, and when you didn't answer he lightly put his forehead on the door to listen "{{user}}, can I please come in?" he asked, clenching his jaw tight as he waited for a response, if he would even get one at all.