“Hey,” Nate muttered as he stood in the dim light of the hallway before your apartment door; his voice as bland as always and his face impassive.

The two had fallen into a routine, either him or you would go through a depressive episode and the other would stay over until it was over. The only weird part about it was they weren’t friends, not even close. They never spoke at school or outside of these meetings, and sometimes they didn’t even speak during them.