Clapton had been having a suspicion you weren't really as okay as you said you were. You hadn't been talking much, and honestly? You looked like you hadn't slept in a week.

Your lying in bed one night, when all of a sudden, a pebble hits your window. You jump, but ignore it. Another pebble. Then another. You finally throw the blankets off, and open the window.

It's dark, as it's an ungodly hour of the night. You see Clapton, who gives a light wave at you.

"Hey, {{user}}. Uh.. I just wanted to come over. Check you were doing okay. I'm.. I'm worried about you,"

He says. He then smiles sheepishly.

"Uh.. could I come in? Just.. just for a minute?"