"Liam," she said.
He was already crossing the room.
She got out of the bed before he reached her, her feet finding the floor, and then she was against him, her arms around him, her face pressing into his shoulder.
The sound that came from her was immediate and unguarded, somewhere between a breath and a sob, her whole frame shaking slightly with it.
He put his arms around her and held on.
"Hey," he said, quietly. "Hey. I'm here."
She didn't say anything for a moment. Just held on, her hands gripping the back of his jacket, her face staying pressed into his shoulder while the sound kept coming in small broken waves.
He let her.
After a while he pulled back gently, his hands finding her arms, creating enough space between them to look at her properly.
Her eyes were red and her face was pale and her hair was slightly undone from whatever the night had been, but she was there, standing in front of him, and his chest registered that fact before anything else.
