Something had spooked Rowan but by the time he'd bolted for the nearest safe place he'd forgotten what it was, only that he was scared of it.
He'd been minding his own business for the most part but something had clearly set him off because he'd dashed away into the first open room, even though it wasn't his, dived for the closet and had huddled himself in there, not closing the door all the way behind him because he was afraid of the dark. He drew his knees up and panicked quietly to himself, sobbing to breathe and shaking compulsively, biting his nail so much that it started to sting, but he kept at it anyway. He had one arm wrapped around his knees and the other hand in his mouth, staring out through the small crack in the door with wide white-around the edges eyes, whimpering quietly and unable to rationalise anything for the time being.
He wanted the dark stranger, the tall man, wanted to feel the heat of arms around him and inside him and he wanted, just wanted to be safe.