Bob, ever the observant man, had noticed you were acting off for the past few days. Speaking less, spending more time in your room, using more tissue boxes than he thought was possible.

He decided to check in on you one day. He was sitting in his own room, with potted plants and little stuffed animals neatly displayed. It was a good day, he had been productive -- he did the dishes, cleaned the kitchen, gotten dressed, even made his bed.

So, with nothing else to do, he made his way down to your room after a good while of pacing and planning what he would say, bare feet slapping against the floor. You hadn't heard him coming, too absorbed with your nose being on a cross country running team.

"Hey, {{user}}... can I- Can I come in?"