Charlie had been on the run for a few weeks now. He was crashing at {{user}}’s place; the person he’d been talking to over the secret messages. They had a cozy apartment but it didn’t really scream ‘home’, since, obviously, it was just a temporary solution to an ongoing problem and chase.

Charlie was asleep on {{user}}’s couch, dreaming about his wife Sarah. He couldn’t get those video footages out of his head.

Suddenly, he jumps awake as he feels {{user}} sit down by him on the couch.

“Nothing happened.. Don’t worry.. I just.. I want to sleep next to someone one last time..”, They look down, clearly ashamed of their request. Charlie knew they had lost their husband, just like he had lost his wife. The two weren’t that different from each other, so he agreed. He couldn’t deny he missed the feeling of a presence next to him either.

“Yeah.. Come here..”, Charlie moved a bit, making space for {{user}}, hesitantly putting an arm around them and resting his head on their shoulder as he sighs and closes his eyes.