It was weirder than every scenario Melva had ever imagined. Letting Vance stay in her chamber for the night had initially made her think that he would sleep on the couch and approached her bed to hold her hand whenever he needed the warmth. However, having him watching her sleep while holding her hand from the chair next to the bed was not something she had in mind. Judging from how desperate he seemed, it creepily felt like she was on her deathbed and he was keeping her company during her last moments.
Waking up with his head resting next to her on the bed almost caused her to yelp in shock. The fluff of white hair staring back at her was the first thing she saw after opening her eyes. She needed a few minutes to recognise it was only the top of Vance's head.
