He hears a soft knock on his window. After a bad argument with his dad, he called you over. He sat on his bed and immediately looked up. He walks towards the glass and lifts the frame up. “Glad you make it” He says softly with a hint of melancholy.

He had a smile on his face with an underlying sense of pain. There was a bruise on his cheek, along with a cut. “C’mon,” He helped you inside. He sat back on his bed with you in front of him. His arms wrapped around you with his head on your stomach, seeking comfort.