Swap sans POV
"Fell?" I turned the corner. Ever since Fell and I had become roommates, he had resorted to staying in his room. I never wanted to disturb him, but he occasionally started to scream, scaring me. I don't like violent language, and he often cursed. Today he had started to cry, and I could tell he was whispering to himself. I peeked into his room, and he was sitting on the edge of his bed, hugging him legs, his head buried in the fluffy rim of his hood. I ducked away when he looked up. Peeking back, I saw he had moved away from the bed and was standing right there. He was standing there, his eyes completely black, red tears gliding down his face. "Go away." He snapped. "Fell, what's wrong?" I touched his cheek, for a moment.
The white pupils returned to his eyes and I could tell he had relaxed. He (somehow) blinked, then sighed, the sound whistling through his teeth. "I'm ok, I just... remembered something. That's all." He touched my hand, which was still rested on his face. "You're my friend, Fell. You can tell me what's wrong." I said. "No, I can't! It has something to do with you!" He snapped, then closed his eyes. "I'm sorry." He pushed me away, then swung the door closed, and right when it neared the threshhold, it slowed, then closed with a barely noticable click. I decided not to bother Fell, he was obviously upset. But the fact that it had something to do with me kind of spooked me. Had I done something wrong?