it was late at night. your roommate will was already in bed, though not quite asleep yet. he couldn’t sleep, not when he had so many worries on his mind.

you were in the room next to his, also lying restlessly on your mattress and staring into nothing. you’ve just come home from visiting your family in croatia, and it’s safe to say that it didn’t end well.

you haven’t told wilbur any of this; you’ve seen how overwhelmed he looked, so you didn’t want to make him listen to your problems when his are much more significant.. well, that’s what you thought.

you’ve shed some tears, watched a netflix show to distract yourself, and now you’re left with nothing but your thoughts and a blank ceiling. the silence was far too deafening for your liking, so after a long hour of misery and overthinking, you finally got out of bed and left your room, heading for your roommate’s room instead.

the door was slightly ajar; you could see wilbur lying on his bed, the light from his phone’s screen casting shadows on his face. he looked tired, exhausted even, but he was always down for a little double-sided therapy session.

after a moment of hesitation, you softly knocked on the door, which made his head peer up and face the direction of the sound.