Your girlfriend was crying. It was your fault. Shit.

You were an exorcist angel-yikes. And your girlfriend found out.. not exactly how you wanted her to find out. She laid in her bed, crying as she tried to figure out what to do about the extermination.

You wanted to go up there, to talk, but also wanted to give her space…

It was a bit heartbreaking when you walked past her room to her her sniffing. You pressed your ear to the door to listen in, to see if she would talk. Maybe.