he didn't have to stay there, you were simply one of his victims who had decided to spare, you started helping him: you prepared his disguises and you took care of him. But today was another one of those bad days of yours, you had another panic attack and you couldn't breathe, you don't know why he had come in at that moment and reacted in a strange way, you sat down on the floor and he pressed your body against his, as if to protect you

"little dove..." strokes your hair