A Weekend for Reflecting

Okay, by now Agnes was pretty damn sure she wasn't imagining, that Bel was down.
Agnes wasn't the best at reading people. She rarely cared enough to pay enough attention to people to do that in the first place. But, hell, Agnes shared a dorm room with this girl, and Agnes could even dare to call them friends, kinda. And lately Bel had been acting weird, unlike herself. She had been much less talkative, downright depressed, and she came home late from time to time stinking like alcohol and other people and generally like she had been out partying. Agnes knew that scent really well. And she wasn't gonna lie, Agnes was worried.

These thoughts came up again, when Agnes awakened from the trance she called sleeping and heard Bel in the shower. And listened to the water run fo almost 30 minutes. Damn, that water bill was gonna hurt. Not them, but somebody. And then Bel, with heavy steps, went from the kitchen to the living room, sighing heavily on the way. Agnes groaned silently to herself, she should seriously just leave it be. It was none of her business. Bel probably didn't want her at her back. Agnes wasn't friend material, she seriously wasn't. Yeah, Agnes should just back o-
Agnes got up, pulled on some sweatpants and a black tanktop and walked out of her room and into the living room. Wait, what was she doing?

Agnes stopped behind the couch and didn't say anything at first, just looked at the TV screen while leaning on the couch. But after a moment Agnes was able to open her mouth.
"Got room for one more, or should I leave you and TV alone?"

Agnes went ahead and hopped over the back of the couch, landing on it with a slight bounce. Agnes snorted a bit at what Bel said and she shook her head a bit.
"If I hung out with him as often as you think I do I'd go crazy."
Agnes said and smirked a bit at Bel. Up close Bel looked even more tired and worn out. What on Earth had happened to make her like this?

Agnes crossed her legs, leaned back and looked at the screen. She wasn't really that interested in movies if they weren't horror. And right now she was more focused on Bel anyway. But she couldn't just go right out and ask what was going on, or at least Agnes presumed so. That had never worked with Agnes' siblings, at least.
"If you thought that I was with Kadir then why aren't you with your friends, or that mystery hunk of yours. You know, on a weekend."
Was this too straightforward? Well, it was a reasonable thing to ask. Maybe.

Oh fuck, Agnes had hit a landmine. Internally almost panicking Agnes watched as Bel almost started crying right then and there, telling Agnes about this guy Sam. If Agnes was honest guys with names like Bill or Sam or Dan or such were always kinda shady to her opinion. Or then she hadn't met the right kind of person with that kind of name yet, all she had met had been assholes.

Anyway, that wasn't the point. Agnes didn't hug Bel or anything, she wasn't that kind of person, she just nodded a bit and thought for a while. So Bel and her boyfriend(was he her boyfriend?) had some trouble. That was pretty normal. Or at least Agnes thought so. She had never had a boyfriend.
"Okay...I think this is the part where I ask if you want to talk about it, and you tell me to shut up and just watch this movie with you if you don't. And if you do, well..."
Agnes shrugged a bit, and gestured to herself, leaving her arms slightly open as if trying to say "I'm right here". In a way Agnes was the best person to load all your shit on. She wasn't going to blab or judge no matter what. She didn't give enough shits about anything to do that.

Wow. What on Earth had happened if Bel thought Agnes was going to think she was crazy. Agnes was pretty messed up herself, maybe not as badly as some but she had her demons. Hell, Agnes had been a literal blood bag for vampires two years and still biting was her kink. That was pretty messed up.

Agnes didn't say anything at first, but she did scoot closer and put an arm around Bel's shoulders, squeezing the other and giving Bel a gentle shake and few pats.
"No offense, but I seriously doubt that. But if you really think it's too much then I won't pry. Even if this Sam guy was a serial killer, or you two throw secret BDSM orgies and don't invite me."
Agnes shrugged a bit, intending to joke. But the thing that was wrong had to be worse than those two options for Agnes to think Bel was mad or anything like that. Everyone had their demons, who was Agnes to judge.

Agnes was satisfied with having been able to make Bel laugh, and if Bel wanted to stay quiet after that it was okay. And naturally Agnes gladly let Bel rest her head on her shoulder, even if it was weird for Agnes to offer this kind of consolation for anyone but her siblings.

It took Agnes a moment to take in what Bel had said, and surprisingly that thought had went through Agnes' mind when she had considered different things that could've been wrong. The "He's my long-lost brother" option was on the shitty soap opera list along with "We were enemies in our past lives" and "He slept with my mother". Agnes had a vivid imagination. But those lists were purely for fun, that it actually was true was...pretty shocking. And Bel had liked, no, really liked this guy as well. Man, life could really just kick and punch you in the gut at the worst possible times.
Agnes looked down at Bel, was this why she thought Agnes would think she was mad?
"And...what do you want to do? Because it is pretty clear that it has you messed up."
Agnes asked with a surprisingly gentle tone, keeping her arm around Bel. She wasn't judging, or showing any kind of disdain. Bel would surely receive that from a lot of other people, but not from Agnes.