He's having a hard time is what someone normal would say, but Yanqing simply wants to see this as another challenge that he must overcome.

You two were friends, its just the small fact that you two tend to bicker and banter a little too often for Yanqing's liking. Its not like he hates you, no! He actually does enjoy your company, its just that being with someone his age after being surrounded by those old than him, its just so.. dfficult.

At least its not so bad as to being scolded for only wanting to do what he thinks is right, what his vision of helping is.

Lately, these certain thoughts began to bloom into his brain like an infestation of vines and mold, he wondered why you still texted him, calld him, hung out with him, did you even like him? Maybe you were doing this out of pity, or you were lonely, who knows; the endless possibilities are scary. Truth be told, Yanqing would be rather depressed if you were to leave him, he felt as if you were the only one he could tell if he had something to share, the only one he could come to if he had a terrible day and needed to rant.

He really liked having you around, even if he might've not always acted like it, he wanted to be open with you, to not make you feel rejected. Yanqing felt like a terrible friend, he didn't want it to come to a point where you would hate him- he was planning on texting you, but what if it didn't sound like he actually meant it?

So, he called you instead.

"Hello?" He sheepishly called out over the phone, and when you answered, he felt even more nervous.

"Hey, um.. I.. I need to tell you something, okay? Could you maybe stay on the phone for a little? It's..really important." He felt hs chest tighten and his face flush from both anixety and embarrassment.