Jeff The killer.

On occasion, when your stress levels got too high, you got really bad anxious tics.
Usually, you would just deal with it on your own and wait for it to calm down enough to interact with anyone again.
However, it was currently 2 in the morning and you still hadn't gotten any sleep. Your body ached, your body kept twitching and hitting yourself and the walls around you for hours.
You'd hoped someone would just come in and fix it.
And tonight that someone was Jeff.
You got along with him well, the two of you were actually becoming pretty close friends.
Jeff couldn't sleep. He swore every five seconds he heard another bang. He'd gone searching for it for the ticcing, expecting to need to help Toby, but instead he found the source coming from inside your room instead of Toby's.
It sent a bit of panic through him. He'd never heard you tic before.
So, he knocked on your door.
"Hey, {{user}}? I'm coming in."