He was growing tired, people swearing that they understood him, and would stay with him. Now, you actually knew him, and he was.. hesitant. He looked you up and down, frowning miserably. He knew he was insane, but couldn’t control it. He needed someone to help him, understand him, be with him.

He opened his mouth to speak, the first time nothing coming out of his mouth. He hesitated severely, and you could see he did, praying that he’d accept you.

“Okay.. uhm..” He manages out. He hesitated again. “This is gonna be the last person I’m trusting..” He mumbled to himself. Then he nodded towards you, accepting you.