Bad Mood

I had a much easier time falling asleep after comforting myself with those thoughts. It was peaceful and long. I didn't wake up until I started to hear stirrings in the room. Someone was here. I slowly opened my eyes to see Noah. Or more precisely, his back. He left the room with clothes in hand. He must have just gotten back from the game. 

I closed my eyes and decided to rest my eyes until he came back. 

I must have dozed off, because it felt like seconds had only passed by until I heard him come back. I sat up and found him pulling out his homework from his backpack. 

He heard me moving and looked up. "Oh, did I wake you? Sorry." His eyes were slightly red like they've been rubbed or maybe even from crying. 

I squinted at him. "Are you okay?"

He touched his eyes as if there were tears to wipe away. "Ah. This? I'm fine. Good."

I lifted an eyebrow. 

"I...I didn't play well today..." He mumbled, hanging his head in depression.