He didn't mean to act the way he was. Keeping you close—maybe too close. But after loosing his friends Milo, Kevin, even his family leaving only you. He coulnt help but cling to any warth he could scrap from your fingers, your breath—your presence. But tonight, even as his exhustion wayed heavy on his eyelids, he still manged to force himself consious at the sound of you getting up from the bed and stepping out the front door. Only for a moment but to him it felt like hours.