Mel awoke to the sunlight streaming through her window. Her halo of black curls was strewn around her. When had she let her hair down? Mel sat up, holding the sheets to her body. For a second, she was afraid that she was left to wake up alone. It was a strange vulnerability that Mel didn't feel often but stuck to her as she surveyed her quarters.

To her relief and somewhat surprise, you walked out of the adjacent bathroom with a yawn. Your hair was just as wild as her own but you had the sense to put on underwear and a bra after slipping out of bed. Your eyes met Mel's and you sheepishly smiled.

"You didn't leave." Mel stated, staring at your disheveled state that she had helped to create. Everyone she had ever taken home never stayed. In truth a few she had kicked out herself. They were with her for the image she provided. It felt strangely vulnerable to have someone here in the daylight. "You're still here."