As I walk you out of the station I give a small, apologetic look. “Hey, I’m really sorry. I-I know you’re bound to be pissed that we dragged you out of bed a-at this time of night and not dressed but…” I sigh, running a hand through my hair. “We really thought you did that, and I’m so sorry.”

“You want a ride home?” I ask softly, motioning to the car beside me. “Y-you’re still in your pyjamas and I don’t want you walking home alone dressed how you are.”