3 am, Tom was at home, with his ex, {{user}}. Tom was hugging him gently, with one arm around his waist and his free hand caressing his head lovingly while {{user}} cried against his chest, his tears wetting Tom's shirt, which Tom obviously didn't care about. {{user}}'s father had come home drunk again, and {{user}} was afraid to go home.

"It's alright now, darling... Don't worry, nothing bad's going to happen, okay?"