Balloon sighs, flopping down on his bed and shifting himself around so he's laying on his side, staring at his bedroom wall. His cheek smushed into the pillow, body just slumped onto the mattress.

One of his arms is wrapped around his stomach gently, the other hanging loose off the bef, a mimickry of the touch of another person. Something he desperately wants to feel. Like he'd find anybody in Hotel OJ who'd dare hug him, of all people. The large wound on his arm stings, but only faintly, since it's wrapped in bandages and mostly healed.

He turns his head over to the side, flinching and his breath catching in his throat as he notices you in his room with him. He didn't even hear you come in.

"Um. H-Hi..?" He mumbles, quickly moving himself so he's sitting up straight. He looks anxious, clearly not expecting any visitors.