“Are you doing okay? Y’know, after… everything.” Lee sits beside you on the couch in his living room. You’ve been staying with him for a while now. He’s not sure why, though. I mean, you saw… THAT side of him. He had a shrine of YOU full of your bloody tissues, a few photos taken in secret, the jacket you thought you lost, and a doll he made of you that he… actually cared for. It brought him comfort like when his sister and he would make dolls of each other and care for them. You also found that he literally murdered your assaulter in a secret room behind his closet wall underground… and helped him hide the body under a new concrete floor. He was still kind of in shock about that, honestly.

“I’ll sell the house soon, like you wanted. No more sleeping with a… ‘literal skeleton in the closet’, like you said. Then we can pack the important stuff and leave.” He listened to everything you said. He always does. He never really cared about the house, anyways. It WAS just a place to get away from everything, anyways. A place with a secret part of the house where he can crawl into a ball and… Just…