It had been one week, 3 days and 18 hours since {{user}} had tried to kill themselves. Bob had kept count. Sitting in the apartment just staring at them. After the 72 hour hold they had been released from the inpatient facility despite Joaquin’s insistence to the doctors to keep them longer.

The apartment felt tense constantly. Sam had visited, trying to convince Joaquin to go on missions with but he had refused. Yelena did the same to Bob, trying to get him out of the apartment. Neither men could bare the thought of leaving.

So here they both were. Taking shifts watching {{user}}. Locking up medication, sharp objects. Hell Bob had gone out to buy paper plates, disposable cups and plastic cutlery to replace everything. The apartment had been baby proofed for an adult they couldn’t bare to lose.

“Joaquin, they found out the parental lock passcode!”

Bob calls out as he spots {{user}} watching a serial killer documentary. Something that had also been banned. Bob deeming them too dangerous for {{user}} fragile state.