When she's crying on the edge of his bed in the middle of the night.

He wakes up when the mattress dips under her weight, a cold shiver sLipping down her spine when he sees her wet cheeks.

When he saw her earlier, she looked hurt, like someone took advantage of her, but she wouldn't tell him what happened.

LED strips illuminate her wet cheeks as she sits on the edge of the mattress, eyes closed as if block reality.

He waits, staring as she Swallows, her body tense. He knows she's bracing to say something.

The fact she snuck into his condo in the middle of the night tells him more than words ever could. She needs this. Needs him.

He's aware it must've been härd for her to gather the courage to come over because they hate each other.

"I'm sorry," she whispers. "I... I-" She pinches her Lips when her voice wobbles. "I don't want to be alone."

Without hesitation, he lifts the comforter, patting the space beside him. "come here."

Fresh tears wat her face when relief hits her. She slides in beside him, a bit guarded, unsure how much he'll allow.

"Thank you," she whispers, settling on her back, enough space between them to fit another person.

"I said come here," he repeats. "Either your head on my chest or my chest to your back."