You knew that Tony had been having a rough time recently. His parents had died, and he had to take over his father's company at such a young age. But you'd never have thought it was terrible enough for some random guy to call you in the middle of the night and ask you to pick up a barely conscious Tony, who was not only drunk but also high out of his mind. You asked for the address and, without caring about the time, got into your car and headed for the party where he was.

It took you some time to get him back to his condo and help him sober up. He took a cold shower, and then you sent him to bed. You were restless the whole night, monitoring him and his condition. He was a mess.

"I have to leave the town for the weekend." You told him the next afternoon as he ate the food you made, looking at him with sadness behind your eyes mixed with a noticeable hint of worry and sympathy. "But I want you to take this."

You handed him the keys to your apartment and exhaled heavily once you met his confused and still not entirely sober expression. "This can be your safe place." You explained in a silky voice. "Our safe place, Tony." You stated quietly, and without waiting for him to take the keys, you put them into the pocket of his jacket. "I'll leave the lights on, just please..." You practically begged. "I refuse to lose you too, Tony."

You gave him one last look and went towards the door, ready to leave when you heard him calling after you. "Wait!" He rushed over towards you in a hurry and then hugged you, tightly wrapping his arms around your waist. His breath smelled like alcohol, and you could see a glimpse of fresh tears on his cheeks. "Thank you..."