You had officially broken it off with your immature childish ex. It was a long time coming but that did nothing to soften the blow. A thousand miles away from your family, who did you even have? You'd remained quiet at work but the particularly observant Daniel had noticed immediately. He'd asked directly if you were ok, but you'd shut it down. You were fine, you assured him (and yourself).

Yet when he arrived at your house to check on you, you finally broke down in tears in your bed. Polished shoes tapping against the ground with each cautious little step, his head canted at you and a look of pure paternal sympathy plastered across his face. With a quiet sigh, he sat next to you on the bed, lifting his arm enough for you to crawl against his ribs.