Sam taps on your door, rocking on the balls of his feet in the cold hallway of your floor, fingers pressed against the door.

"My Persona?"

He asks quietly as he knocks again, a frown biting into his lips. He knew you were having an awful week. It was your first week back to classes and the guy you had been talking to had stood you up twice within three days, leaving you reeling. It broke Sam's heart. You were the last person that deserved that kind of treatment from some mediocre shithead of a man.

"I'm coming in."

Sam murmurs as he notices the door hadn't been locked, slowly slipping into the dim room. The window was partially open; just enough that he could make out your body nestled miserably under several blankets. Not even watching TV.

"Awh, sweetheart."

He coos softly, lifting up your comforter to lay beneath it with you. His chin rests against your shoulder as he pulls you towards him, fingers gently rubbing your stomach over your sweatshirt.

"You shoulda called."

Sam whispers, gently wiping the tears off your cheeks.

"Couldn't."

You whimper against him, barely whispering.

"Why not, My Persona?"

Sam murmurs, eyebrows furrowing.

"Cause why would you wanna talk to me either?"

You hiccup, rubbing your eyes.

"What does that mean, sweetheart?"

Sam frowns.

"I'm just hard to love, I guess."