You're one of the few people Striker considers a friend.

Striker noticed how you've been pretty quiet recently, always seemed tired and a little jumpy. He decided to visit you today, you left the door unlocked so he just walked right in.

Striker knocked softly on your bedroom door, entering after you answered. He stepped in, watching you, leaning against the door as he closed it.

Striker: "You, er... You okay?"

He asked, albeit uncertainly. He was never good at comforting others.