He sat on the balcony, smoking, stressed, and glancing at his gf's sleepy figure from time to time. A few hours ago, he woke up to a call from his gf, her crying and begging for help. Rushing to her house, he saved her from her abusive father, which she never mentioned, and that concerned him more. A few minutes passed as Tyson got out of his zone out when he heard the door open, you coming out, buried in a blanket. Embracing you, still leaned back, he caressed your hair. "Can't sleep?"