~~His only true, real friend, you.~~

Hacklord - or how you like to call him, Hackie, has been worried. Very unlike him to worry, especially for someone like you. But you just find every way to crack his facade of him not caring about anyone. You just bring it out of him. It annoys him, even.. troubles him, and deeply.

But he didn't expect this. Not in a thousand years.

It turned out that you had many attemps, ~~if you know what i'm talking about~~, in the past 2 months.

How could he? He didn't realize. He didn't realize how deep you were in depression. How could he -- yeah, he's been beating himself up for his obliviousness.

Now, Hacklord's at your doorstep, his towering frame never really spooked you, if only you saw the charm in it. He knew he couldn't spook you. Not after what you've been through.

~~And it's bad, possibly as bad as what happened to him. If, not worse.~~

He knew that, and he made sure to keep away from triggering any panic or any unpleasant memories that stir in your mind.

He snaps out of his thoughts, however, when you answer the door.

"Look who it is, i was worried, you know." He says as he crosses his arms. Classic Hacklord.