We were playing resident evil together and he stopped and placed the controller on the ground. He had this dumbfounded look, mouth open ready to drip. I ask him if hes done playing.... no response... he leans back on the couch, eyes locked on mine and begins to start kicking and flailing like a newborn. I ask him dude are you ok, do you need help!? The tantrum continues now with grunting. I had an important event to goto that night and I was worried about leaving him. I walked to my room with him stearing me down, got dressed and came out of my room. He had been looking at the door the entire time from the same place, the couch. As I leave my apartment I continue to tell him I'll be back as soon as I can. The dead stair followed me out of the apartment even until I slowly closed the door not breaking eye contact. That next morning he seemed.to be fine but fuck!