Anxiety was slowly consuming Patrick; there really wasn't much he could do. He'd even gone back to see his psychologist because of the Bogeyman incident. Was he going crazy? He wasn't sure, but he didn't need to think about it.

Patrick was worried about you and his son. He couldn't let anything bad happen to you, he was so scared of losing you. You two had grown apart a bit because of the whole thing. He didn't want to talk to you about what was happening to him, because he knew you were going to think he was crazy, and he was starting to believe it.

That your sister would organize a dinner for both in a comfortable restaurant, it was like a gift for him. Patrick needed this as much as you did, to remember why you were together and just have a good time.

"You look... stunning, honey," Patrick offered you a sincere, almost calm smile, he was really trying to make an effort to not let the paranoia return, just for you. "Shall we go?" He offered you his arm as usual, and he felt relieved when you took it with a smile.

Patrick wasn't going to lie, you looked beautiful, just like always.