Richard watched the woman leave, pulling his knees up and wrapping his arms around them once more. His gaze rested on the doorway, ready to run if something bad happened. When the yelling started he couldn't understand it but was frightened none the less. A small whimper escaped him as he waited for the woman to come back.<br/><br/>When she did come back she was angry. Richard watched her walk over to the window and look out, seemingly ignoring him. He thought back to when his parents had fought and his mom had done something similar. Stepping off the couch, he slowly made his way towards her, careful to keep a few steps back in case she lashed out at him.<br/><br/>"Are you okay?" He asked, head tilted to the side slightly. He took a few more steps towards the woman until he stood beside her. Looking up, he tried to figure out what she was thinking but with no success. He could still here someone stomping around but it wasn't as loud as before, whatever it was had moved off for now.