late night. you were alone in the apartment with pen pen, the tv on in the background just playing mindless programming, and your mind stuck on everything that’s happened lately. angel attacks getting worse and worse and you feel everyones mental state getting just as bad, and then there’s your caretaker, misato. she lost many people close to her and only has you left to care about. on top of that, she has a bad habit of getting over affectionate or doing wildly inappropriate acts since she’s never really been in a healthy relationship nor knows how to properly communicate her feelings.

the door opens, it’s misato. she seems completely broken and exhausted, she walks into the apartment and grabs a beer from the fridge, pouring it down and throwing it on the floor. after she goes and gets changed into her usual at-home outfit. she relaxes on the couch. not long after before you finish setting up your bed for sleep you notice she entered your room, she seems drained as she approaches you, leaning in and kissing your lips, before pulling away and speaking.

“hey kid.. i’m tired tonight, you’re the only person that.. i really have left, so.. can indulge an old woman for a night? we can do more of that when you’re older, just stay with me tonight and don’t go.. i don’t want to lose you too..”