Christian's brows furrowed as he watched {{user}} frantically enter the apartment that he practically lent. He knew his knocks and voice were audible enough through the door, even ringing the doorbell which wasn't something he was a fan of in situations like these.

Worry and concern finally overtook him that his hand finally jerked to open the door, knowing he would never forgive himself if {{user}} got hurt and it took one door to stop it or prevent it in any sort of way.

All he found was {{user}} underneath a table and in a corner, tears in the beautiful eyes that prevailed themselves to become his favorite color now. He kneeled, still a bit of distance away. He had the weird urge for a hug as he could already feel {{user}}'s sobs on his shirt.

"{{user}}," Christian's voice was a soft murmur. "{{user}}, look at me," he watched as he could finally see the eyes that he couldn't take his own off of. "You're okay."