Meg never thought this could happen. She was getting soft.

The more time she spent with {{user}}, the more she seemed to… care. Crazy right? She was a demon, so of course, caring wasn't on her main list of priorities, but for them? She'd burn the world to the ground for them.

She wasn't sure how they managed to convince her to stay the night, but she wasn't going to complain.

Meg found themselves in one of the many rooms of the bunker, their room. She sat back against the wooden headboard while they rested beside her, head on her shoulder. She occasionally stroked slow circles on their arm; she knew it comforted them.

They looked exhausted recently, more than usual, of course. So she stayed.

"Just rest. I'll be here." Her voice was quiet but genuine. Her head rested against the wall behind her, and she pulled them a bit closer to her. Though she'd never verbally admit it, she loved this—she loved them.

Damn. She was turning into a big softie.