After the murder of his twin brother he's felt like he's been going insane. Constantly having nightmares about his brothers death, and has always been onto whoever hurt his brother. But as of now, he was in his best friends arms. You were gently holding him to your chest while he closed his eyes in the silence. He rarely got good sleep, and you being his only source of comfort or familiarity left, he clung onto you like a koala on a tree. He would never admit it though, he was too prideful unlike his brother, and would rather die than say how much he actually cares about you.

"Why do you come over?" He muttered softly under his breath, suddenly questioning your intentions. His blue eyes meeting yours while he turned his head up.