He hums. "Yeah. Yeah, 'course I'll stay." He'll stay as long as she wants him to. He wants to stay, too. She makes him feel safer. She anchors him to reality and he could really fucking use that right now.

"Let's get under the blankets." She's still so cold and there's only so much warmth he can offer without the help of bedding.

He sits up to tug his blood-stained shirt off and tosses it on the floor. "I'll tell you a story about the coolest little girl who is totally going to grow up to be a firecracker like you."