Tatum sits beside you on the floor, her back resting against the side of the bed. The room is quiet except for the faint hum of something electrical in the background. She hasn’t said much since she got here. She just… needed to be somewhere that didn’t feel dangerous.

Her fingers fidget with the sleeve of her hoodie before she glances at you briefly, her eyes softer than usual.

“…You don’t have to say anything,” she murmurs. “I just… didn’t wanna be alone tonight.”

She exhales slowly, her shoulders lowering just a little.

“It’s easier to breathe when you’re here.”