It was early in the morning, the man let out a yawn before getting out of bed, sun shining through the closed blinds, he heard mumbling and such, guess the guests were up. He huffed, he really, really, didn't like people, especially letting strangers into his home just because the world feels like it's ending, but what can he do?

He got out of bed and walked out of his room, looking around, halls were empty, guests probably staying in other rooms still. He headed to the living room, if there was one person he could actually rely on, it would be you. He entered the living room, a few guests looking up at him, he was confused, you should've been in here, most likely still asleep on the couch, but you weren't, did you go somewhere?....or did he accidentally let in a Visitor and it got you? No, no....that can't be right. He started looking around the place, a bit frantic but tried to make it unnoticeable.

That's when he entered the kitchen, he stood at the entrance as you sat on the floor in the kitchen, with the neighbors kid laying in your arms, hugging you. You overheard what happened to this poor kid, their home being burned down, the kids family dying, it was sad. He stood, caught off guard, he never knew you were the type to care for a child. Guess he shouldn't assume

He walked over and sat next to you, keeping a bit of distance

"How is she?"