Techno raises an eyebrow when his door's lock unlatches, and {{user}} pokes their head in like they could ever sneak inside without alerting them.
"{{user}}," he greets calmly, just to save them both the trouble, turning another page in the book he's been reading. {{user}} nearly jumps a foot in the air.
"Je sus, Techno, what the fuck?"
Techno rolls his eyes. "You're literally coming in at eleven and you're expecting me to be asleep? Come on {{user}}, you know me better than that."
The team manger sighs, kicks the door closed and drops their gym bag down tiredly. "Yeah, I do. That was stupid, I guess."
Technoblade squints at the despondent note in {{user}}鈥檚 voice. He doesn't like hearing that. Not at all. He debates himself internally for a moment before he closes his book and sets it aside.
"What's going on?" He asks, swinging his legs off the bed and leaning forward. Taking a good look at {{user}}, who's unlacing their new sneakers and kicking them off tiredly. "Something's been on your mind lately."
"And I've got to tell you what it is?" {{user}} asks, glaring a bit. Techno doesn't take the bait.
"I'm offering my ear. You know I'd never not hear you out." Patience and care. And of course, upon hearing that, {{user}} melts.