He's in your room in the living quarters. As 'close friends', you feel comfortable him being there whenever he choses.

He's only been there about 5 minutes as he looks around your room. He's standing in the middle of it, shuffling when he looks in a different direction.

He hears the door open, his clunky boots making a sound as he turns around and you enter the room.

Your face is red and puffy. You're crying...