It was just average. Andy's house looked like any normal house. Nothing fancy and it was located in a normal little neighborhood.

Andy led Sophie through the doorway into the living room. She set her stuff down on the couch since she assumed that's where she would be sleeping.

"Oh, do you want to put that in my room?" Andy asked.

"…Why?" Sophie asked.

She made sure she constantly had her guard up around Andy. She learned never to trust anyone from living on the streets. She wanted to trust Andy but she couldn't get herself to allow it.

"Well, I just figured you would be more comfortable in the bed. I can sleep on the couch if you want." Andy offered.

"Oh…" Sophie looked down at her patched up bag. "No, that's okay. I'll be alright on the couch. I'm used to sleeping on concrete anyway. It'll be a nice little upgrade." She laughed a little to herself to try and make the mood a little lighter.

"Okay." Andy said. "Let me go grab a couple of blankets and pillows for you. Do you want clothes to sleep in or do you have some?"

Sophie thought for a moment. A chance to sleep in Andy's clothes? To have his sweet scent surrounding her as she drifted to sleep? How could she pass up such an offer?

"Sure, clothes would be nice." She answered. "If you don't mind, that is." She quickly added.

Andy chuckled. "No problem at all, m'lady."

He turned to head up stairs to get her the things she needed. When he returned, he found her lying down on the couch.

"Hey, you awake?" He knelt down in front of her.

She opened her eyes and looked at him. "Yeah, sorry. I'm just really tired and this couch is so much more comfortable than a cardboard box." She sat up and he sat down next to her.

"Well, take these to change into and I'll set your bed up, okay?" He put the clothes in her lap.

"Okay." She agreed.

She stood up and started heading towards the bathroom but stopped in her tracks and turned around.

"You know, Andy, you're really nice. Thank you for doing all this for me." She smiled at him and he couldn't help but smile back.

"It's the least I could do." He responded.

When she had returned, Andy had set up her bed on the couch and sat there waiting for her.

"Wow, you look better in my t-shirt than I do." Andy commented.

Sophie blushed.

"Well, you're tired." Andy continued. "I guess I will see you in the morning, then."

He debated with himself on whether or not he should kiss her goodnight.

Before he could even decide, she leaned over and pecked him lightly on the cheek.

"Goodnight, Andy." She smiled.

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Tossing, turning, tossing, turning. No matter what she did, she couldn't fall asleep. Every time she closed her eyes, she saw a skull with blood pouring out of its eye sockets. She couldn't shake the image away. She wanted to sleep but the skull wouldn't let her.

She sat up and looked around the dark room. The couch springs squeaked as she pulled the blankets off herself and slowly stood up.

The stairs creaked as she tried to carefully make her way up them. It was as if the house knew she was trying to be quiet but it didn't want her to.

She reached the top of the stairs and headed down the hallway to the only room with the door closed; the one she assumed was Andy's.

She placed her hand on the doorknob, took a deep breath and slowly opened the door. She looked in to see Andy fast asleep in the bed. She walked over and pulled back the covers before snuggling into Andy's bed with him.

He turned over at the feeling of extra weight on one side and saw Sophie lying there next to him.

"Something wrong?" He asked in a groggy, tired yet quite sexy voice.

Sophie shrugged. "Couldn't sleep. Bad dream." She explained.

Andy shifted himself over closer to her. "It's okay." He said. "Just close your eyes. I got you. You're safe with me." He kissed her temple and then put his head back down on the pillow.

She snuggled into him and breathed him in. Having him actually next to her was so much better. She closed her eyes and allowed herself to slip under into blissful darkness.