A/N: Hey there, my lovelies! Just a warning, this shouldn't be triggering, but 'cause I'm paranoid, I'm warning you anyway, it might be.
Han sighed. He was downloading the latest episode of Merlin, but it was been taking ages, so he decided to see what the rest of Windsor was up to. He closed the tab, and browsed through the images that had been captured by his hidden cameras.
Reed? Painting, as usual. The Tweedles? On their way to Stuart, armed with paint guns; again, as usual. Charlie? In his room...making out with Justin? Woah. Didn't see that one coming. Han stored that information away for later (AKA blackmailing purposes)
Dwight? In his room; not unusual. Studying with Todd; uncommon, but not unheard of. Han was about to switch cameras, hoping to see what Drew and Satoru were up to, when something stopped him. It was the way Todd was looking at Dwight; sadness, mixed with pity, mixed with confusion. A peculiar look, to say the least.
His curiosity peaked when he saw Todd pack up his books and leave, but not before placing a hand on Dwight's shoulder, whispered something that Han's system couldn't pick up, before leaving the room.
The second that Todd was gone, Dwight jumped up off the floor and slammed the door shut. He looked at the dozen or so locks on the door, before he began sliding them into place.
That was when Han realised that something was definitely wrong.
He watched in silence as Dwight slid each bolt into place. Then out again. Then back in. He did that eight times for each lock. Dwight looked at the door, sighed, then unlocked all of the bolts. He started the process again. Han saw Dwight shaking his head, an annoyed look on his face as he continued to re-lock the door.
By the time Dwight was satisfied, and had collapsed onto his bed, Han knew what was wrong. While he didn't know anyone with OCD (until now) he could easily make an educated guess as to what it looked like. Like how Dwight had to lock each bolt a certain number of times, and how he'd had to start over because he hadn't done it right the first time.
Han saved the video, just in case he ever needed it. He guessed that Todd knew about Dwight's OCD, but should he tell the other boy that he knew as well? Not yet, Han decided. He would wait until Dwight was ready, and when that time came, Han would do whatever he could do to help him. Just because he rarely left his room didn't mean that he didn't care about his Windsors, in fact, he cared about them a great deal.
So, he turned back to his computers, and continued on as if nothing had happened.
But not before setting up a screen that would constantly keep an eye on Dwight's room, just in case.
