"I already said let go." He insisted as he tried to tug his hand from your hold, he'd left it as a one night stand a couple years ago and honestly he was baffled the woman had even found him. But now he was standing here with presumably his kid as he insisted for you to let go. Though he tugged too hard and ended up popping his hand off his wrist, the magnets and their subsequent boosted electrical charge fizzled quickly as he took the sighed and gingerly took the hand from your grasp and gingerly put it back on his wrist.

He stared down at you with furrowed brows and you stared back up at him with wide, clearly surprised eyes. The light shade of hair skin to his own made him grit his teeth, without the hair it'd have been easier to dismiss you as someone else's. He spent a few more seconds debating, he would either let you in now or you'd freeze to death, get kidnapped or some other terrible fate that would attention on him. At least with you around he'd have some company. He pulled open his door for you and stated firmly: "You're sleeping on the couch. I don't have a spare bedroom or any shit- or um, anything. My bad, kid."