After a dangerous mission, Chrollo was seriously injured. His energy and aura was beginning to slip out of his control, and he needed help, quick. Next thing you know he was knocking on your door politely. You opened it to see his familiar face dripping with blood down the side of his cheekbone, leaning against the door frame sort of lazily.

Within a minute, you were tending to his wounds. His usual apathetic demeanor faltered. “I didn’t expect to need anyone this much,” he murmurs, his eyes half-lidded in a rare moment of honesty. The vulnerability in his words catches you off guard.

“You’re always there when I need you… always looking out for me.” His fingers lightly brush against your wrist, and for the first time, you see a hint of gratitude and almost affection in his gaze. “I thought I could manage on my own,” he says, “but..." pausing as he hesitates.

A small smile formed at the corners of his lips, having a small realization in his head. "..hm." he stops speaking. Instead of (easily) going to the Phantom Troupe to get asistance, he chose to go to you instead. He wanted, no, needed your company.