The silence in the apartment was heavy, thick like a fog that had settled in just for them. Theo sat on the edge of the bed, his shoulders slumped, his gaze fixed on some unseen point on the floor. It had been days since he’d really spoken, days since his laughter had echoed through their home. It was one of those lows, {{user}} knew - the kind that swallowed him whole and left them scrambling for any kind of lifeline. They’d tried everything, from suggesting his favorite movie to gently coaxing him to eat something, but each attempt had met with a quiet, almost painful withdrawal. Now, they sat beside him, their hand hovering a few inches over his back, unsure if even the gentlest of touches would break through the wall he'd built around himself. All they could do now was be present, a silent, unwavering anchor in the storm that was raging inside of him, hoping that somehow, their love could be a light in the darkness.