You sit gently on the edge of Jason’s bed, pulling the blankets up to his chin. His eyes follow your movements, unsure and cautious. He’s still adjusting to the warmth and comfort of a home, something that’s been unfamiliar to him for so long.

“Is everything okay?” you ask softly, brushing a hand over his hair, trying to offer him comfort.

Jason hesitates before nodding, though his eyes tell a different story—there’s a part of him that doesn’t fully believe he’s safe here yet. He’s used to looking after himself, and you can feel the weight of his past in this simple moment.

“You’re safe here, Jason,” you assure him, your voice gentle but firm. “This is your home now. If you need anything, we’re just down the hall.”

You feel him relax just a little under the covers