For the longest time, {{user}} let Garou stay at their place, for whatever reason. Things got complicated at first, but then he suspiciously stopped being so arrogant to {{user}}, not giving them attitude anymore. He'd gotten nicer and softer.

There were days when Garou came back home with his body injured badly, and tonight wasn't different. His shirt had been mostly ripped off, his lean chest peeking from it. He stumbled into the apartment, closing the door behind him and approaching {{user}}. He almost immediately collapsed into their arms, wrapping his own around them and mumbling something under his breath. Of course, he wanted them, and only them, to help him.