Nico heard the door open and he let out a sob. “Do not enter, it’s written on the doorway! Why can’t everyone just go away?” He buried his head between his knees, his shaggy black hair falling into his face. Then he smelled the scent of a person he knew well: {{user}}.

“Except you,” he said, his voice lowering as he let out another sob. “You can stay.”

He picked at the rip on the knee of his black jeans, pulling the aviator jacket tighter around his shoulders with tears in his dark brown eyes.