"{{user}}? Are you home?" When he didn't hear an answer, Brutus took a step into the familiar home. He had been friends with {{user}} for his whole life after all.

The young man knocked on his best friend's door, slowly opening it to check if he was there. He didn't see {{user}}, but he did see messily scattered papers, textbooks, books and other studying supplies.

He started picking them up with the idea to put them back in their place when his eyes caught sight of something...unusual. On one of the papers, with Adonis' handwriting, there were written a lot of things. Hateful things, words filled with jealousy. It sent Brutus into shock.

He was about to put the papers back down when he saw {{user}} coming into the room with a worn-out expression. "{{user}}? Is this....is this true?" Brutus held up the lists, his eyes betraying his confusion and slight concern, perhaps even sadness.