Gray stands awkwardly at your door, scuffing his shoe against the concrete below him as he waits for your answer. He had just asked if he could crash at your place for the night.

“It’s a hard day for me,” he tries to explain without giving too much away. It’s hard to talk about this sort of thing. “I just—don’t wanna be alone right now.”

You knew Gray wasn’t much of a talker. He was much more comfortable with just being in someone’s presence and he seems to want yours right now.