Morgan looked up at him, and found herself holding onto his arms tightly. "What could be worse than an empty stomach?" She asked softly, her head every so slightly cocked. When he asked if she had more questions, she bit her lip and sort of watched him curiously as she thought for more questions. She pouted, eventually finding herself just holding onto him. "I have a few," she murmured thoughtfully. "What exactly are your parents doing? Why do they leave you? What are they like?" She then sucked her cheeks in. "I already don't like them," she added with a soft chuckle. When he called her cute, though, a soft blush crossed her face and she just seemed to light up. "I wouldn't use that word to describe me," she mused lightly, pressing a soft kiss to his cheek. "But I'm glad you think so."

He chuckled at her flurry of words and emotions. "What's worse is being beat for no reason, and by your parents no less." He muttered, stroking her hair. At her next questions he sighed. "They left the country to spend christmas in Ireland." He admitted. "I guess i'm just not worthy enough of their love and care. They're..... mean to say the least. I've got scars on hy arms from them, but i survived long enough to find you so i guess i turned out alright." He murmured. "I don't like them too much either" He added before she spoke again. "Anything else?" He asked, trying to change the subject

Morgan's eyes widened when he explained his parents would beat him. She pulled away, putting a hand on his chest and just sort of stared at him. "What," she whispered, her fingers wrapping around his arms softly. She squeezed them, clearly just concerned. "Caleb, what?!" She repeated, clearly just worried. He was being beaten? By his parents? This soft, caring man was getting beaten? She didn't understand it. Being left alone was one this but was... well, it was a whole other. She held his wrist and pulled his sleeves up, her eyes widening a little. Hee hands trailed a long his arms, the scars adorning his arms. She felt her breath hitch, shaking her head as she moved to press her lips firmly to his, then wrapped her arms around him tightly. "Caleb there's nothing wrong with you. You're worthy of care and love and a safe house to live in," she whispered. She didn't want to move on from this. He'd just told her something so important, so serious... she wanted him to know just how much he meant to her.

Caleb was surprised when she yanked his sleeve out of the way but allowed it, judging her reaction carefully. When she embraced him, he wrapped his arms around her as well with a sigh. "It's fine. I lived." He muttered, rubbing the back of her hand and trying to provide comfort. He didn't smile,memories invading his peace of mind while Morgan was here. "There's one thing, though." He murmured. "You can't talk to them. That would draw their attention to you and make you the target."

Morgan pressed a soft kiss to his lips after a moment, knowing that maybe she should be the one comforting him somehow. "Just because you lived doesn't make it fine," she whispered, squeezing him before sitting back again, her brows pinched softly together. "You can't stay with them, not if they're hurting you," she breathed to him, her face now determined to get him help somehow... she knew this could effect someone so much. She didn't want him struggling, not at all. She sighed gently, moving to press hee lips softly to his again. "I can be a target, that doesn't bother me," she whispered gently. "I have a loving home to go back to, and you don't," she muttered, squeezing him again before sitting back. "Babe this is really-" she paused when the doorbell rang. "This is really serious," she whispered.

Caleb's walls immedietly went up and he tensed as soon a the doorbell rang, his parents fresh in his mind. Idiot, it's probably food. He thought, getting up. He took Morgan's hand and walked downstairs with her. When she came back with the food, he smiled and sat at the bar.

Morgan forrowed her brows when he tended, but pecked his forehead before climbing off him and wandering down the stairs with him. She smiled at him when she came back over, and popped a small plate down infront of him. "I got you a little something - please eat," she mused, pecking his neck gently. She wanted to talk more about all this, but he probably just wanted to relax. They could do it another time... right now, she just wanted to spend time with her gorgeous boyfriend. She placed her hands on his shoulder for a moment, pecking the top of his head. "Love you," she muttered softly as she went to sit down and eat her own food.

Caleb smiled softly as she placed the food in front of him. "I love you too" He murmured, eating. Once he had finished, he took care of the trash and went to the couch. He put on a random disney movie, just trying to make background noise while he thought

Morgan followed him over to the couch, letting herself flop down next to him with a soft smile. "Caleb," she whispered to him, moving to rest her head on his shoulders. "Can I stay here with you tonight?" She asked gently. "I wanna be with you," she murmured, her voice soft. She suddenly didn't want to leave him alone at all... he was so good to her, and the last thing that she wanted to do was leave him alone now that she knew about all of this... it was sort of scary. How could anyone hurt their own child?

"Of course" He murmured, wrapping his arms around her. He gently played with a lock of her hair as he thought, now worrying about what she had said before about his parents caring if a girl was with him. Here. He sighed as another thought occured to him. She's obviously not safe here. Especially if my parents come home to find us together. She can't be here while they're here. "Morgan?" He asked, rubbing her back. "I don't think you should be here when my parents come home." He stated, fearful of what they might do to her