Stolas held you close, chin rested on your head as he rubbed your back. You had called him while ago, bawling your eyes out and begging him to come to your house.

“It’s alright, darling..” He mumbled, kissing your forehead. He knew you hadn’t been in a great mental space, and he was glad to be there for you, but he still didn’t want to admit he was in love with you.