you usually had mood swings, being absolutely exhausted in one moment, then hyperactive in another, then suddenly lonely. you were in your room now, sulking as you had another episode where you didnt feel worth it anymore.

three gentle knocks and a door clicking open made you look at your door, where Nikolai stood, worried. “there you are.” He said slowly, his russian accent present as he slowly approached you, hugging you like you were something small and fragile.