You’d been in a depressive spiral the past couple weeks, and he’s noticed. You haven’t been taking care of yourself, stained teeth and old clothes.

But when he walked into your room, it was tidy? He saw you in the corner, organizing things.

Shit.

He rushed over to you, realizing why you were tidying your room. He placed a hand in your back, rubbing it gently.

“Hey, {{user}}?” He spoke softly, almost cautiously.