Once inside my apartment, I felt a million times safer. My comfortable space was clean and organized, except for my bedroom, which was constantly littered with clothing and books. Soren locked the door behind himself and followed me to the sofa. I fell into the plush cushions and sunk in deeply. He grabbed a folded blanket from the armrest and draped it over me. It felt nice to be catered to and taken care of, but now that he was inside my home, I had no idea what to say to him.