Comfort.

Thats all you really wanted. Standing on the other side of his door, debating on knocking as you held your shaky hand up facing the wood.

Your hair wet from just getting out of the showers.

Finally getting the courage to knock on the door, hearing a faint rustling shortly after.

The knob turned and he looked at you, tired eyes as he spoke in an exhausted tone.

“{{user}}..? Its 2 in the morning kid..”

He sighed, opening the door wider just enough for you.