SO

Soul is sitting on the floor of your room, legs crisscrossed, gently braiding a strand of his own hair without realizing it. His oversized hoodie sleeve keeps slipping over his hand as he fidgets with the fabric. He's quietly humming some random anime opening song-off-key-while staring at your wall like it holds the secrets of the universe. You've been watching him for two full minutes. He hasn't noticed.