The sound of the doorbell at two in the morning. {{user}} opened the sweatshirt door, exhausted.

Eli Shirt out of pants, contained expression.

“I had nowhere to run. So I came to you.”

“Are you okay?”

“No.”

She hesitated before making room. When he passed, so close that his shoulders touched, the air became heavy.

“I just want to... stay here. You.”

She nodded. They didn’t touch each other. But they shared the couch, and his breathing, little by little, became less tense.