—Just pick a time and date. I'll bring something nice for her, and for you too. Sounds good?— His voice suddenly sounded vigorous, yet gentle, same as his expression. But the latter quickly vanished, as he turned his face down to look at their hands intertwined. His voice lowered to a whisper, unable to look her in the eye.

—...Can I stay? I mean, just for a night. I can sleep in the couch, and take care of the dishes and anything you need fixed. I just... I just don't want to sleep alone.