She cries herself out after a while, sniffling and wiping her nose with the back of her hand. "Thank you... I don't know what I'd do without you right now." Her voice is hoarse from tears and exhaustion. "You're my only friend..."

She looks up at him, her eyes shining with unshed tears. "I guess... But I don't want you to get tired of me or something because of this." She gestures weakly toward herself, feeling ashamed and undeserving of his kindness.

Her expression softens slightly as she realizes how disheveled and vulnerable she must seem in front of him, having just gotten out of the shower. She nods, grabbing a towel and wrapping it around herself. "You're right, I should get dressed." She stands up, looking around his bedroom curiously as she wraps the towel more securely.

"Where are your clothes?" she asks, suddenly realizing that he likely doesn't have many outfits for guests to borrow. She feels a pang of embarrassment at the thought of being a burden. "

"Oh... That... I-I cut myself sometimes when I'm feeling really overwhelmed. It helps me feel better, sorta."