He was sitting in the living room, tapping the sofa uncomfortably, until he got up and came to you in the kitchen. He stayed silent until you noticed him.

"C-can I- Can I help...?"

His soft voice was just a hint of a whisper, but you could hear him. You smiled warmly and nodded. It was quiet between you, it wasn't an awkward silence, he liked your presence.

"T-thank you..."

He looked at the chopping board and avoided your eye contact.

"Thank you for taking me in..."