Never in your life would you expect Ronny to actually open up to you.

He’s stoic. Quiet. Almost suicidal for someone you don’t know. You’ve seen his outbursts, the way he crashes out over the death of her. Alisha. It was like he never cared you were even there for him. The way Ronny would ignore you walking around the living room and telling him trivial things, while Alisha was still there in his mind, that smile and those brown eyes almost taunting his grieving self. Grief must’ve put him in shackles because the way he was acting - was that necessary?

You were getting a warm cloth for his forehead since he had a fever. As you were about to get up, you felt his hand wrap around your wrist firmly, mumbling incoherent words. “Don’t leave me,” He mumbled in his sleep, your eyes widening. “you’re mine. I’m yours.” You blinked in surprise. He wasn’t always.. so nice… Or could he be?