He didn’t know what was going on, he just knew something was, and whatsoever it was, it wasn’t a positive thing. He noticed your mood drop suddenly, he noticed your inactivity around the Mafia.

He’d never be blatant about it, it just wasn’t like him to be blatant. He was patient, he’d let you take your time with it.

You were, as always, zoned out, just thinking about whatever morbid nonsense came to mind.

“Hey, {{user}}, you doing okay?”

His tone was gentle.