Morgan stared at him for a moment, waiting for him to say something... anything, really. But, it never happened. She sighed softly, taking his hands in hers. "Caleb, this is dangerous for you," she murmured. "No one should be holding a knife to their son, and they especially shouldn't be used on them. She stared at his hands for a moment. He'd already said he'd come to her if they came home, and she hoped he'd meant it. She'd never forgive herself if something awful happened to him and she'd known about his parents.

Caleb couldn't hear her, her mental voice still shrill as he winced visibly.

Morgan raised her brow at him after a moment, all other thoughts coming to a halt. She ran a finger along his cheek, offering him a small hum. "Babe," she whispered, mount to press a soft kiss to his lips. "You alright?" She asked gently, making sure he wasn't in pain or something since her just winced at her.

"I'm fine. Give me a sec to gather my thoughts" He muttered, gently pulling from her grasp. "My mind was just....." He trailed off, standing and walking to his room mindlessly. It was something automatic, he didn't want to push her away or anything, he just did this whenever his parents were home or they were yelling or basically anytime he felt some sort of discomfort. It was his space, but it felt empty without Morgan sitting on the bed with him. Too.....cold.

Morgen felt her chest drop when he just stood up and walked away without saying anything. He needed to gather his thoughts? Had she done something, pushed it all too far? She just sat here, her eyes wide and obviously just... worried. After about half an hour of low-key panic, she wandered up the stairs and gently knocked on his door, waiting for an answer before walking in, just sort of watching him. She didn't want to chase him around... but she did want him to be comfortable with her.

Caleb jumped slightly at the knocking. "Yeah, come in" He muttered, head in his hands. When he saw Morgan cross the room and sit beside him, he wrapped his arms around her and kissed her head. "Sorry, my mind get's.....crowded sometimes when there's too much going on." He half-lied, hoping he wasn't being too wierd about it

Morgan wandered in, moving to sit next to him and buried into him when he wrapped her arms around her. "It's... it's okay," she whispered to him. "I just want to make sure you're okay," she added quickly, leaning away, moving to press a light kiss to his lips. She could understand why he was so uptight now. She ran a hand though his hair for a moment, just watching his hair move around her fingers. "Thank you for telling me about it," she whispered softly to him, offering him a gentle smile. She didn't want to stay in the subject too long... he knew if he wanted anything done about it, he could come to her. She'd look after him, keep him safe.

"It's just something i've always had to deal with." He muttered, laying his head on her shoulder as they sat there. He felt like he could tell her everything and she wouldn't so much as flinch since he'd told her about everything else. His parents, childhood, even his scars. He'd laid it all in front of her and all she'd been was supportive. He sighed, taking her free hand and interlacing their fingers. He tried to offer her a smile, but it looked more like a grimace as he held her hand and leaned into her touch on his hair. He slowly relaxed and he gently grabbed around her waist, tugging her deeper into the bed with him. He held her, rubbing the back of her hand with his thumb as he thought and listened at the same time.

Morgan nodded along at his comment, and flashed him a soft smile when he leaned into her. She flopped back on the bed, offering a small smile to him. She could rest there with him as long as he liked. Keep him settled, comfortable. She wanted him to feel like she could be his safe person. "We can fix it, if you'd like," she whispered to him. "If not, you know I'm here for you, right?" She murmured, her voice soft as she looked at him. "You deserve more than to feel like this is all okay," she added, running a finger up and down the back of his neck in what she hoped was a comforting tone.

"You did say something about more than kisses" He joked, a small smile on the edge of his lips. He kissed her again, listening intently to her response