Caleb groaned repeatedly at the sound of Lola's voice until her ringtone became audible to him, causing him to get out of bed and rummage through one of his dresser drawers. When he finally silenced the phone, he looked at the call history tab. His eyes widened when he saw Jacks name at least fifteen times down the screen. "Jesus."

He turned around to say something to Lola, but when he turned around, he realized that she had already left the room. "Lola?" he called out. "Lola, are you -"

Upon entering the kitchen, he saw her head against the countertop with her eyes closed, looking more frustrated than ever, and the sight made him feel a pang of guilt in his side. This poor girl seemed to have already been through enough, why was he doing this to her.

"Hey," he nearly whispered. "Come here." His long, tattooed arms opened up to her. Caleb was an old brother; it was probably the thing he was best at. It couldn't be much different than that, right?

Once he was able to pull her into an embrace, he rested his chin on top of her head. "I swear, Lola," he whispered, "I'm gonna work this shit out. With you, with Jack. Everything, okay?" His hand rubbed her upper back up and down in a comforting manner. "Just hang in there for me."

Not only was he now developing a soft spot for her, but now he was feeling guilty? He wasn't going to last as long as he thought he would. She was already tugging at his emotions, the same emotions that he had thought he buried years ago other than those for his mom and sister.