It had been about a month now since Jonathan had met Sock. He knew next to nothing about the green-eyed brunette, save for the fact that he was homicidal and clingy, and with those few facts, he wasn’t sure he wanted to know much else. Sock was always with Jon, even on his days off; constantly annoying him and begging him to kill himself. “Come on, Jonny, dying isn’t THAT bad”, he’d whine, and Jonathan would just put his headphones on and ignore him, as always.
However, Jonathan had noticed that lately Sock actually didn’t seem that bad. He’d never let the short idiot know that, since it would only lead to another discussion of suicide, but he was comforted by at least having someone to call a friend, unlike his life before Sock where he’d have the occasional conversation with maybe one or two other students only when he was paired with them for projects. Sock had a sort of charm to him that Jonathan couldn’t really ignore, a