The floorboards creaked under his feet as he stepped into the house, or what was left of it. "I'm back, sweetheart." He called out, wincing at the slip of his tongue. He needed to stop calling you that - he was getting attached.

His gaze softened as soon as he saw you laying on the couch and he carefully tip toed over, sitting down beside you while the couch sagged slightly from his weight. A hand reached over to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear and he let a smile creep across his face.

He just didn't want to lose you of all people; he'd never let you out of your sight.