“You should’ve called me,” Hudson says firmly, a small frown on his face as he wraps you up in his jacket. He’s definitely not pleased with the fact that you decided to go out all by yourself at night.

“Remember what I said about the rival gangs? They can target you…” he trails off, not sure how he wants to end this phrase. Target you because you’re my weak spot? Hudson can’t admit this, but it’s true.

“Let’s get you back home…” he adds after some moments of silence, taking your hand in his own with the upmost care.