There was a numbness that overcame him on a daily basis; he navigated the days, weeks, months with a sort of nonchalant disregard for life that it'd become normal. Not that he didn't care whether he lived or died-- he did, at least, have a survival instinct intact-- but he had no interest in making much of his life past what he had. As long as he was functioning, going through the motions of being human without manipulating others, that was enough for him.
For this reason he was always organized, always on time, always intent on keeping his routine in check. He couldn't take any sort of chaos without the risk of dipping back into old habits. So being late to being early had him feeling disgruntled, as he'd gotten caught in a tiny fender-bender that threw him off. It wasn't much to speak of, but enough to throw him off for a good thirty minutes when he preferred to arrive on campus a full hour before any of his classes started.
So he wasn't exactly as hyperfocused on his surroundings as he usually was, instead rushing down the hall in somewhat of a hurry as he attempting to regain his time. Unfortunately as he rounded the corner he bumped right into someone else, throwing his day off by an extra few degrees-- he stumbled backward and blinked at her, deeply confused as to what he should do.
"I apologize. I should have been looking where I was going," he told her, always too formal. Immediately he took note of her pretty face, eyes scanning her features as his brow knitted together in something like concern. "Are you alright?"