It was the dead of night, everyone else was already long asleep in his house, and yet, here he was, sitting in his wicker chair at the foot of his bed, simply rocking back and forth as the chair creaked against the wooden floor. He was a decent guy, He'd like to think so. Well-meaning, kind. Not judging. Yeah, he was socially awkward, a bit..not right in the head. But he was a okay guy. But yet, in their presence, he felt himself completely fall apart.

Slowly rising his knuckles to his mouth, he bit down as he felt his body tighten, watching them sleep in his bed. God, his bed probably smelled like them now..What he'd do to just..reach out..hold them. touch them. Quickly, he cleared his throat and scratched his neck viciously, trying to get rid of his feelings.