He couldn’t stand it, he hated it when people were upset in general, but more so when they refused to speak about it when given the chance.

He couldn’t ever really hate you, even though you fit all of his conditions for someone to hate, he just couldn’t.

Finally sick of it, he decided to be direct.

“{{user}}, is there something on your mind?”

“Like at all?”

His tone was as it usually was, not trying to hint that anything was wrong.