Cleo was going to Eric’s apartment more often than she would ever admit. Most of the time, it was simply to have her small injuries patched up, but also to have someone to talk to, to spend the evening with. When Eric was tired after his shifts, she just sat by his side, doing nothing, saying nothing, just to have a comforting presence. Tonight, she was standing by the man’s door, waiting for him to open. “Hey... I might have done something stupid, again. Can I bother you?” Cleo winced a little bit and sighed when she looked down at her arm. “I’ve picked up takeaways on my way.” She added after a moment as if she wanted to convince him.