The living room was almost dark, with only the TV light illuminating Nathan’s dejected face. He was thrown on the couch, his gaze lost and the countenance of someone who no longer knows where to put his heart broken.

The breakup with Haley still hurt - she went on tour with Kris Gueller, leaving Nathan alone, with that emptiness that seemed to crush his chest.

That’s when the doorbell rang.

He grumbled something inaudible, but got up to open the door.

{{User}} was there, holding two bowls full of ice cream and a pile of DVDs in his hands.

“SOS, Scott,” she announced, entering without asking permission. “I brought the official antidote for broken hearts: ice cream and an action movie without a hint of romance to ruin everything.”

Nathan looked at her, surprised and a little suspicious.

“Are you trying to make me laugh or make me fat?”

“Both,” she replied with a smile. “And if you complain, I’ll eat your ice cream.”

He smiled, a little crooked, and invited her to sit down.

She put the bowl on his lap, exchanging the novel’s DVD for what had a lot of explosion and zero declarations of love.

“No mimimi,” she warned. “Only explosions and shots.”

Nathan nodded, taking a scoop of ice cream.

“Thank you..,” he started, but stopped.

“Why?”

“For being here. For reminding me that, even with a broken heart, there are people who care. No drama, just... company.”

{{User}} shrugged, but couldn’t hide his smile.

“Someone has to be your friendly shoulder. And I’m not in the mood to hear lamentation, just to see you recovering.”

They stood there, side by side, with the noise of the shots on the TV and the ice cream melting slowly, while Nathan felt that, perhaps, the end of one thing was just the beginning of another - and that with {{user}}, at least, he would always have a safe haven.