Sophie Sullivan's extreme vulnerability softened Thomas Shannon's heart to its core.
The frost in his cold eyes had long melted, replaced by a mild doting expression.
"Having nightmares again, are we?"
The head in his embrace gave two nods.
Thomas Shannon patted her back. The sleep gown on her back had long been soaked with cold sweat, and the texture felt terrible.
"You should change your gown and wipe your body clean."
Sophie Sullivan clung to him, refusing to move.
"You, maniac..."
"...let me just hold you."
Surprisingly, she was admitting some kind of weakness for the first time.
Thomas Shannon slowly lowered his raised hand, chuckled, and rested his chin on the top of her head, gently rubbing it twice. "Alright."
Hug if you want to hug. Hug for as long as you want. No one will stop you, and certainly, no one will refuse you.
