The knock on the door was not welcome and Syn had assumed that it was Ikon. He was about to tell him to go away when he heard the female voice instead, and so he turned away from the door, sitting on his bed, to move his hands up to quickly wipe at his eyes. Stupid eyeliner was running all over the place. That's what he got for wearing it when he knew the day was destined to turn out this way.
"What do you need?" He asked, not exactly telling her to get out, but not precisely welcoming either. He didn't know her well enough that he was comfortable with being rude, but at the same time, he didn't know her well enough that he was comfortable with her seeing him like this either.