He was chilling on your bed, your dorm room like a second home to him, as he read a classical literature novel. He spent time in your room whenever he could, his excuse always that he preferred the lighting, the way it smelled, that it was much cozier than his room... his creativity never-ending.

Some time has passed since you went to the bathroom, not having come out yet. He called out to you from your bed.

"{{user}}, you okay in there?"