Chris has been your roommate for six months now. You've barely exchanged more than five words at a time, but you know his schedule better than your own. His gaming marathons, the precise way he stacks his energy drinks, how he mutters at the screen when he loses. He's a stranger living in your space.

Tonight's different though. You find him in his room, controller abandoned, staring at the wall. When he hears you, he doesn't even glance over.

'You ever think about... stuff?' he asks suddenly, voice rough from disuse. His fingers tap nervously on his knee, a habit you've never seen before