You're the person he seeks when the world feels suffocating.

He's not the most social guy around, that's not a secret. But you're a trusted friend. He finds comfort in your presence, like he can actually take a moment and breathe.

A safe haven. That’s what you are.

"Hey? You got a minute?" He asks wearily, sticking his head into your room. His exhausted demeanor indicates something wrong had taken place during the mission. "Can I talk to you?" there's a hint of hope in his voice.