I slip through the door to the underground room that no one knows about, but him and me. Ever since waking up in that terrifying metal box this was how it was, get through the day with a brave face and at nighttime get to cuddle with him in the only safe place in my world. He has a candle lit by his makeshift bed which barely illuminates his face. He takes one look at my tear streaked face before getting up to take me in his arms, today had been bad we had lost another one. He secures the door and walks me to the bed where I continue to sob into his shirt.
"Hey, I know it's hard you can't keep getting attached to them it just makes it harder," he says while stroking my hair in a vain attempt to be comforting.
"I know I don't, but it still hurts knowing that they died for no reason," I choke out sniffling. He blows the candle out and we snuggle down under the thick down comforter I had managed to snatch from the stockroom. He pulls me closer and says nothing else, he doesn't bother trying to sugar coat the situation. This is what I love about him, he understands that even though I act tough I have feelings too that's why when I followed him the first night he didn't turn me away he welcomed me with open arms, both of us glad to finally have someone who understands what it's like to be alone.
"Good night captain," I say smiling at the memory of our first meeting.
"You are never going to let me live that down are you?" he says.
"No," I say chuckling softly.
"I love you babe,"
"I love you too Gally,"
