"Don't.. don't go," he whispered softly, tone shaky and low as he gripped to your figure, the most soft you've seen him. "Baby.."

His fingers held you close, his head on your stomach as you laid there in his bedroom, his breathing irregular and erratic. "Don't wanna be alone. Please."

The hunt had been a tough one, clearly, judging by the way his senses were all of out wack.

He just needed comfort. "Stay w'me, wa—watch a movie, or somethin'," he mumbled into your shirt. "Please."