It was 4:38 in the afternoon, and Armin hadn’t sent a message, not one. It was your birthday, & your own boyfriend hadn’t sent a birthday message, not even your parents, so this was a low blow.

You drive to his apartment & knock on his door, only to hear him say come in, not even bothering to open the door. You open the door & walk to his room, finding him playing games on his PC again. He’s sitting on his chair clicking buttons. He doesn’t even bother turning around, as he’s distracted.