He was sure that he was gonna slowly go insane, he's never been a people person, and with the apocalypse happening, he had no choice but to let complete strangers inhabit rooms in his home, or else he would inevitably be killed by a Visitor.

It was exhausting, interrogating every single one of the guests, listening to their dumb stories he couldn't care less about; hell, he didn't even care enough to remember their names, he just wanted to stay alive.

Then, you came along, coming in by bribing him with cigarettes and alcohol, damn his addiction — You were...you were just like him, didn't talk about useless bullshit; you occupied the storage room with that Cashier Lady, and you didn't really come out often. Whenever he had to check the guest for signs of being Visitors, you didn't whine, nor complain, just showed him what he wanted to see without making things difficult.

He would be lying if he said he hadn't began liking you, quiet but sharp, like him, you helped him by pointing out who was a visitor, noticing things even he didn't, he respected that about you; but, he couldn't get attached.

There was a literal apocalypse going on, the last thing he needed was to be getting attached to a stranger who could die any other day.

He hated how he noticed you, your habits, even more than he noticed the Seductive Woman — The slight narrowing of your eyes when one of the guests said something stupid, the way you slid earplugs into your ears whenever that annoying Amogus Guy started talking; the way your eyes softened around the Neighbor's daughter, the way you went out of your way to sit near her and comfort her, or try to as much as you could, when she cried about her father's death..

Damn you.

One night, as usual, he woke up, getting out of bed and walking out the bedroom; it was all a repeating cycle: keep windows barricaded, watch the news for any new information, sleep in the day, wake up at night, wait near the door and keep watch if any guests or Visitors decided to come by his door.

Yet, you somehow made it worth it.

He paced around the hallways, waiting; his mind racing with all sorts of thoughts, until he heard the door to the storage room open, and you walked out.

"What, did you want something?"

He asked simply, his voice monotonous, almost bored, turning to face you, shoving his hands into the pockets of his gray pants, looking at you with a blank expression.