It was unusual; the brash and cocky Scout was oddly upset - he wasn’t opening up, he really just needed some time.

You felt bad, he looked lonely each time you saw him. He was reading through a comic, the sound of familiar footsteps marched in. You.

“What?” Scout shifted away, not even looking at you.

You held a box of pizza and the original Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles movie DVD. You set it down onto the coffee table, sliding the DVD into the DVD player.

“We don’t have to talk about it. We can just hangout.”

You shrugged.

Scout lowered his comic, sitting up on the couch as he sat beside you. He didn’t respond, his gaze softening just a little.