You led him upstairs to your parents' bedroom, "They hardly sleep in it anyways, so go ahead and sleep here." You said.
"Da, thanks, it looks very comfy."
"Good thing it's a weekend right? So…hey would you…I mean you don't have to if you don't want to, because I'm sure you have other things to do, but your free to stay here for the weekend." You said.
"So much for me being the one who takes a while to get to the point," he chuckled, "thanks." He said with a kind smile.
"I'll be down the hall if you need me Ivan."
"And I will be here if you need me."
You nodded and went to your bed. But soon you were plagued with nightmares involving your various ways you had planned to kill yourself.
You tossed and turned restlessly, tears were brimming through your eyes and right before you had met your death in one of the dreams, you shot up in bed. You were panting and drenched in cold sweat.
Terrified you sought comfort, and there was only one way to find it. You crawled into bed and careful as not to wake him, you snuggled against him, and wrapped his arms around you, so you could feel safe and secure. Then you laid your hand against his chest and let sleep take you.
Ivan stirred and opened an eye and smiled down you and then fell back asleep with the smile lingering.