Caleb stood outside your door for a moment longer than necessary, hand hovering before he finally knocked—firm, but not loud.

“You awake?” he called, voice steady but quieter than usual.

He already had a feeling something was off. You’d been more withdrawn all day, slower, quieter… not like yourself. It didn’t sit right with him.

“…Can I come in?” he added after a brief pause, his tone softening just slightly.

He wasn’t the type to pry, but he also wasn’t the type to ignore it. Not when it came to you.