Dust was being particularly distant today. His partners knew that he was having difficulty with his hallucinations, but Dust always shoved them away.

He locked his door, the whispers in the room unwelcoming as they often fluctuate in volume. His ragged breathing could slightly be heard, a sign that he’s spiralling.

..Though, despite the uninviting circumstances, a knock at the door came. A huff escaped Dust, almost growling weakly as he realised somebody’s here.

“What.”