I sat on the bed with my legs hugging my chest. He was fine, and we were both perfectly fine until that side of him showed up.
He is probably angry at me; I never should have pretended not to know what he was going through.
I know he told me to stay away, but I don't think I can. I need to talk to him. It's been over twenty minutes since he went to the bathroom, and I just can't help being worried.
I summoned my last courage and went in search of him. I stood at the bathroom door without knowing what to do. Should I knock or call out for him?
With how quiet it is in there, he could hear me. Wait a minute—why is it so quiet in there? He usually has the shower on whenever he is going through this, or else he passes out. My eyes widened in shock as I started banging on the door after noti
