Her breath caught, as the knock sounded, and she tensed, Eyes closing tight, hugging the book tight, until his voice sounded. It was him. She turned, dropping the book, as her eyes opened, to pull the door open. She wasn't even listening to what he said. The spine of the book broke, splaying the pages across the floor as her arms encircled his. She didn't even bother standing, just stood from her knees. "Roe..." Her voice was almost silent, strained, a sob catching in her throat. It all crashed, then. The fear, for him, for herself. The violation of having someone walk into her home uninvited. She didn't know if she would ever feel safe again. Even with Roe. "What if something happened?" She whispered, fingers digging into his hips. "What if they had a gun, Roe?"<br/><br/>Her face buried itself in his lower belly, needing to feel him close, the hardness of his body under the warm velvet of his skin comforting. He was her rock, he was the only thing that had been steady this last day. Even when he'd torn his back apart, even when she'd been so terrified for him, he had been calm. He was the one who had reassured her. He was strong where she was weak. She needed him. "Please don't do anything like that again..." She whispered.