With Jessica's steady warmth and calm presence, Davis slowly pulled himself back together. His breathing evened out, and the storm of emotions swirling inside him began to settle.
"Sometimes, you just need to let it all out, you know," Jessica said gently, her voice soft and soothing.
She didn't push him to talk about what had happened. She understood that whatever could break Davis down like this had to come from deep within—something tied to his past, something painful. Over the past year of living together, they had faced their fair share of ups and downs—arguments, miscommunications, even moments of frustration. But never had he allowed himself to break open like this. Tonight was different.
"I'm sorry," Davis said quietly, his voice husky as he pulled her into a firm embrace. "I didn't mean to disturb your night."
