It was late, 12:15 to be precise. Kyoya sat in his bed, propped up on at least a dozen pillows and doing a crossword puzzle. It was the only thing that helped him when he was this worried. Haruhi hadn't been home from work yet and the only thing she told him was in a text that said there was a family emergency. He was getting restless just thinking about it again. Finally, Kyoya got up. He walked over to his record player, a priceless antique, and put on some soothing classical music. He went back to bed and closed his eyes. Slowly, his body relaxed and the crease in his forehead disappeared. Just as his weariness begins to catch up with him, the door downstairs creaks open. If he strains, he can hear Haruhi wishing her driver a good night. She slowly makes her way up the grand staircase and to the master bedroom. She flips off her shoes and turns out the light upon finally reaching their bedroom. She lets out an exhausted sigh and collapses into bed, fully clothed.
"Haruhi?"
"Kyoya."
"What happened?"
"My father had a heart attack. The doctors don't know what caused it." Haruhi covers up her sniffle with cough.
"I see."
"Kyoya?"
"Haruhi."
"Will you hold me for a little while?"
"Coke here, Haruhi." Haruhi rolls over to him, snuggled in close. Kyoya strokes her hair lovingly, an act he knows helps to calm her down.
"Tomorrow, we'll tell my brother and Ranka will be left in the best care possible."
"Thank you, Kyoya." He squeezes her in closer and they both close their eyes as sleep finally ebbs away at their tense minds.
"I love you, Haruhi. It's going to be okay."
"I love you, too."