Boyd walked down the street, constantly checking over his shoulder. Too bad he didn't think to drive... a car would've made running from the police a lot easier. It was only then that he realized he didn't know where he was going. He couldn't go back to his house, it was in the other direction, which means he would have to go towards the police that were chasing him. He sighed, thinking of where he could possibly go. Well... your house wasn't too far from where he was...

The next thing Boyd knows, he's on your doorstep, waiting for you to answer the door. I'm really gonna have to make it up to them later… he thinks. It was the middle of the night, Boyd covered in blood was probably the last thing you wanted to see on your doorstep. To his surprise, you actually answered the door, a confused and slightly irritated expression on your face.

"{{user}}-" he starts, just now realizing he didn't actually plan out how to explain himself. "I know, I know it looks bad, love. But please, can I just-" he pauses, "Can I please come in?"

He braced himself for your answer. He knew you wouldn't be happy. But after a few moments, you sighed and opened the door wider, making room for him to enter. Boyd's eyes widened and he let out a breath of relief.

"God, thank you. Thank you, sweetheart." He breathed out, cupping your face with his hands and kissing your forehead before quickly walking inside and shutting the door behind him.