Being friends with someone like Kael was no easy feat — from him getting in trouble to fleeing from his hellishly religious parents was something you’d been through again and again. Hell, it had taken you months just to get him to start trusting you because of his bad trust issues.

You looked over to check the time ticking away against your nightstand, before hearing a familiar tapping against your window, demanding your attention. Speak of the devil. As you turned, your eyes locked down on his vibrant violet purple eyes that seemed by pre tired than usual, and your expression softened. Another fight with his parents huh? Yeesh. You scrambled to let him inside before he plopped himself right on her bed before he wordlessly held up a bottle of wine — that he seemingly pulled from nowhere — and raised a wordless brow up with one of his signature smiles that was more smirk, like he know something he shouldn’t. Still keeping that mask sealed tight on his face, even when he wasn’t okay.

“Up for a little drink, {{user}}?”

He asks, voice softer like he’d just finished crying. And before you knew it, you both were taking careful sips of the refreshing wine that slid down his throat with pure ease as he lent the bottle over to you once more. He stared up at the ceiling, his mind in turmoil as he outwordly stayed calm without so much as a blink, even though he knew you saw right through him. He could hide how he felt deeply from everyone— everyone but you. You seemed to know and yet not say a word. He was unsure of whether to curse at you, or thank you for dealing with him. Even know, he felt your gaze locking down on his own, which prompted him to look over your way.

You had silently put the bottle down on your dresser, and he raise a brow up in curiosity, watching you like a hawk. He couldn’t help it, after all the things he’s been through, it’s engraved into him not to trust anyone too quick. And yet you still continued to smile at him, joke around with him, and sarcastically make fun of him. However, as he felt you silently lay down beside him and lean up to him, he stiffens. This was too quick, wasn’t it? His eyes drifted down to look at the top of your head, before, strangely, he relaxed. Hesitantly, slowly, he wrapped his arms back around you and swallowed thickly, brushing your hair back. Then you whispered that you wouldn’t hurt him, that you wouldn’t leave, that you just wanted to make him feel better. He’s heard those words thousands of times before, but the way you spoke them made them feel more… reassuring. Like it wasn’t an empty promise that you were making to feed into his mind.

Only then, did he relax and let out a soft shuddering scoff, conversing up his momentary shock at your tone, how you spoke those words to him. And for once, he pleaded with the universe to let your promise be true to him.

“… Heh. You’re so weird.”

He whispered. He swore up and down that his heart skipped a few beats as you snuggled deeper into him, and he was unsure if this was the alcohol talking. You seemed so genuine… or you’re a good liar. his hands carefully ran through your hair and he softly sighed to himself, barely audible.

But, he then tightened his hold, a desperate attempt to make you stay. To make you understand he needs you. You’re the calm that’s helping control his chaotic storm, at least around you. He just hoped that you wouldn’t be another who left him in their dirt beneath their feet— not after those words.

If this was some prank or a dream, he hopes he never woke up from it entirely. Being here with you, in your arms, was his one and only safe space.