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CORBYN WAS HAVING A VERY BAD DAY.
he left his notebooks in his dorm as a result of a late night study session, leaving him incapable of taking any notes. and today was too important of a day for him to not have his notes. he'd forgotten to wash his sweatshirts, and couldn't ask for jonah's because the boy had already left for classes and one of their roommate rules was no taking clothes without asking. corbyn was a very cold boy, he needed sweatshirts or any type of warm clothing to be content and now he just simply didn't have it.
the brunette also couldn't have any coffee this morning, so not only was he cold, he was grouchy. on top of that, he'd dropped in his phone in the middle of class and everyone stopped to stare at him.
and if that wasn't enough, the boy was so incredibly stressed he could cry with the snap of a finger. nearly all of his classes had last minute tests and projects. he could feel brett trying to front and continued to rain paranoia down on him.
"leave me alone, brett." the boy mumbled, his voice breaking as his finger pressed up against his lip, teeth busy as work as they bit his nail, "p-please, just s-stay back."
the brunette trembled a little bit, his arms wrapping around his body around a tad bit tighter to offer a futile motion of warmth. corbyn felt his phone vibrate in his pocket, eyes watering as he watched his mom's name dance across his phone screen.
the boy answered the call, sniffling a little bit as he heard his mom's caring voice ring through his ears. "hey, sweetheart."
"m-mama?"
saskia immediately took notice of her son's fragile state of mind, her tone quickly filling with motherly concern, "hey honey, what's going on?"
"'m not having a good day. i wanna come home."
corbyn knew he sounded childish, he didn't have the energy to pretend like everything was okay right now. it was all too much, everything was just too much. he wanted it to stop. he wants the world to just stop stop stop.
"i'm sorry, baby." the woman behind the phone felt useless. she knew in this instance her words couldn't do much, corbyn was a mama's boy and he wasn't ashamed to admit it. when he had to leave his mom behind to come to college, he'd cried for at least a week. he hadn't been in the comfort and security of his mom's arms for far too long for his liking, he couldn't do it anymore, "spring break isn't too far away, you wanna come back home earlier?"
corbyn shook his head, clenching his eyes shut, a sound of frustration escaping his lips, "i-i don't know what i want mama, i w-want," the boy felt tears stream down his cheeks, "i-i want everything to stop."
saskia listened as her son struggled past shaky breaths, small whimpers leaving his lips as his sniffled constantly sounded from the phone. "i know, sweet boy. i know. listen, you wanna talk about something else for a bit? distract yourself and then you can facetime me when you're back in your dorm?"
