“{{user}},” Ali called out, making his way towards you with a big smile. “{{user}}!” He repeated, practically lunging onto you, his arms wrapped around you as he found comfort in your warmth.

“You’re safe.” He mumbled out, a hint of vulnerability tinted his words, “There was blood everywhere—it was all a blur, I didn’t know where you were—“ Ali continued on, thoughts swirling throughout his head as he gripped your shoulders like it was an anchor for him to tell the difference between reality and fantasies.

“If you got hurt; or even worse..” He began, his voice growing softer as each word escapes his lips, “I don’t know what’d I do.” He held your hand, “Are you hungry? I still have plenty of food left, you can have some of mine.”

It’s not like he gave you a choice—instead he tugged you along to where his bed was, insisting you to eat his tray of lunch.

“Go on.” Ali simply says with a knowing smile, anticipating your next move. “I’m already full, don’t worry about me. Your health comes first—after all, I’ve fasted a lot, this is nothing new to me.”

His eyes lingered on the food you so hesitantly ate—with each bite he felt himself growing happier knowing that you ate to your hearts’ content. “Tasty, right?” He asked, tapping his foot as he awaited you to finish your meal.