“Ma, just listen to me. I’m just tryna be sure nothing happens, I don’t want you out that late. C’mon, babe.” He groaned as he looked at you with those stupid eyes that always made you melt, but he wasn’t explaining why he didn’t want you out late.

“It’s not that deep, I just need you to listen.” He tried to say nonchalantly, he needs you to swallow that stubbornness for once and do as he says. He’s seen firsthand how dangerous Brooklyn is as the prowler, He needs you safe.