(Take this poorly written exposition)

"Um...Hugh? Honey?" Hugh's mother said softly, slowly opening his door.

"What?" He asked, his voice muffled. He was laying on his stomach, his blankets thrown over him, face in his pillow.

"You have some visitors" she said, exiting his room as two others entered.

"Get up" a female voice snarled.

"But take your time" a male voice said gently.

"Are you two trying to good cop bad cop me?" Hugh asked.

"What's that mean?" The male voice whispered.

"Get up!" The female voice snapped.

Hugh groaned and sat up in his bed, wrapping the blankets around him like a Swadloon.

"What, Hilda?" He asked blankly.

"What? What? I should shove my foot up your-"

"Hilda, please!" N cried, interrupting his girlfriend.

"Don't try and stop me! I'll do it!" Hilda exclaimed, taking a few steps towards Hugh. Before she could get far, however, N picked her up, preventing further movement.

Her arms were restrained, so she kicked her legs in protest, "Natural Harmonia Gropius, put me down right now! Or else!" She threatened.

N slung Hilda over his shoulder, "You okay?" He asked Hugh.

Hugh shrugged, "Not re-"

"Is he fine?! Who cares?!" Hilda argued.

"I wish I was with Bianca and Cheren right now..." N mumbled.

"I heard that!"

"Guys" Hugh said, trying to get the attention of the couple.

"You're a handful" N told his girlfriend.

"Well you're..." Hilda faltered, "You have a nice butt" she said, surprise etched in her voice.

N looked over his shoulder at Hilda.

"It's a compliment" she said.

"Uh...thanks?"

"Guys!" Hugh yelled. The couple looked at Hugh. His heart ached watching them interact, knowing he no longer had what they had.

Hugh sighed, "What're you doing here?" He asked, a slight sadness to his voice.

Hilda became angry again, "You! Why did you break up with Rosa?!"

N put Hilda back on her feet, seemingly confident that she wouldn't attempt murder, "Yes...that seems to be the question everyone is asking"

Hugh held the blankets tightly, "I...I just got bored of her is all" he lied.

"Bullsh-" Hilda began, before N put his hand on her mouth to keep the word from leaving her lips.

"Hugh, I'm sure that's not true" N said, removing his hand from Hilda's mouth.

"Well it is!" Hugh lied again, "So what?"

"So it's got nothing to do with Rosa 'deserving better'?" Hilda asked, crossing her arms.

"No..." Hugh lied.

"What's this all really about?" N asked.

"Why do you care?! It's not like any of you would understand!"

"Any of us? As in who, exactly?" Hilda asked.

"You!" Hugh stressed, "You, N, Bianca, Cheren, Ro-" he stopped himself, "..her...None of you would understand!"

N and Hilda exchanged nervous looks, "What do you mean?" Hilda asked worriedly.

"What's it to you?" Hugh hissed. He laid back down on his bed and threw his blankets back over his head.

"Just...go away..."

Hilda motioned for her and N to leave. The couple walked out of Hugh's room, closing the door behind them.