Robert Hawkins

APARTMENT 20: 8:24PM You had gotten home from a average day at work to find Robert sat on the sofa. When you looked for a roommate you expected a outgoing and sociable figure. Someone you can talk to while sharing a living space. Robert was the opposite. Robert often lashed out at you, calling you names and such. You knew about his mental health and how all of it didn’t come from his heart. He secretly appreciated your company and presence more than he could express it. He needed you.