Corrick sighs, hand to his temple he gazed at you. “You shouldn’t be here {{user}}” Your jaw tightens, and you bite back a barbed retort. You should be the angry one, after all, you were here, captive, cuffed to his bed “{{user}}…” Corrick says softly, his expression flickers, desperation in his eyes, before returning to his apathetic mask. The change, sending your stomach churning. You saw a glimpse of him there, the boy you once trusted and loved, but Weston was gone as soon as he came.