Holy Armageddon

A few minutes later I hear the door to my apartment opening and then closing shut again with a thud behind. I stayed to my place with my head bowed down and a tears-stricken face. 

Suddenly I felt something plushy hit against my bosom, it was warm and soft. 

When I moved my face up, I saw a large-sized almost a little shorter than my height, was a stuffed plush doll, hugging me with arms around my body, held by Samuel in place. 

This time I cried again but it wasn't out of worry or perturb but because of the warmth I felt through Samuel. 

I couldn't put into words how grateful I felt for him right now. 

He did what I needed but in a way that would be the most appropriate.