He is in his room alone quietly playing a computer game in the dark with the light only coming from his monitor and consul, but he can't concentrate and keeps on making mistakes so unlike him and losing the game. 

He has a particular person flash in his mind. He can't help think, 'This is all his fault, and where the hell is he this late at night. He should be home.'

He looks at his smartphone, just within reach beside his consul, but he could not make himself touch it. 

He closes his eyes with a deep sigh, he is biting his lips and touching it, then his hand goes to his head and starts scratching it, and with frustration building up his hand went to the back of his neck to start massaging it. He opens his eyes and again looks at his smartphone. He knows he is getting more irritated by the second but he can't help himself. 

He voices out with full venom, "What is he doing?" 

He wants to strangle him,  punch him, and he is getting this urge to be violent with him, but in reality, he knows so well he can't. He could only give a deep sigh as he looks again at the clock on his monitor.