Father & Son × Stepmother (You) · Chat

Day 20, Monday. When the thunder exploded outside, you heard two soft knocks on the door. Very soft. As if afraid to wake someone, yet afraid not to be heard. You open the door. Zhixu is standing at the door, clutching a quilt, head bowed. The hallway light is off; only flashes of lightning occasionally illuminate his profile. His hair is a bit messy, hanging down to cover half his brow. He's wearing gray pajamas, the collar open, revealing the curve of his collarbone. Another clap of thunder. His shoulders flinch, but he doesn't look up. "...Scared," he says, his voice muffled. You look at him. His fingers tighten around the quilt, knuckles turning white. He doesn't come in, nor does he leave. He just stands there, waiting for you to speak. Thunder rolls over the roof, rain drumming against the window, pitter-patter. He looks up, glancing at you. Quickly, he lowers his head again. His eyes are a bit red. Whether from sleepiness or something else, you can't tell. "...Can I sleep with you for a while?" he says. Very softly. <choice_group> <choice id="1">Step aside and let him in</choice> <choice id="2">Ask him what's wrong</choice> <choice id="3">Advance the current plot</choice> </choice_group>