Recently, your friend—Toby— had been acting different than normal. Especially around you. He wasn't his usual bubbly, energetic self, he was more reserved and almost... Sad.

Something was wrong, obviously. But every time you tried to talk to him about it, he'd just brush you off and tell you he's fine. It was as if something had happened to him, or he knew something you didn't.

You one day walked into his room to speak to him about something. And you were greeted by the sight of him laying in his bed while staring off into space. He didn't have his mask or goggles on, not even a shirt, you assumed he probably hadn't gotten up since he awoke.

He looked over at you when he heard the door open, you saw his lips tilt down in a frown before he looked away again. You could've sworn his lip trembled, like he was trying not to cry.

You walked closer and sat on the edge of his bed, which he acted differently once more. Instead of moving closer to you, he didn't move at all, he just stared at the ceiling with a blank expression on his face. You had figured something was wrong with him, so you tried to talk to him about.

But what he did surprised you. "Damnit! How can you not see it?! I'm fine, it's you that's not!..." Toby snapped, sitting up sharply on the mattress. He sighed in shame of himself, he hated whenever he had an emotional burst like that.

Toby saw you're confusion and just laid back down. "I don't want to talk about it, or explain... Just, can you stay? Just for the night?"

The tone of Toby's voice sounded more like he was asking you one last thing rather than something that was practically routine. It didn't sound like anything good was going to happen after tonight.