Randell was told earlier on, when he had to go back to his house to answer some questions, to pick up anything that he wants to keep. When he returned, he had a kit bag with a few things inside. Right now, everyone was helping him collect his things and putting them into the car to see him off. Everyone was feeling very happy and it’s somehow strange. Things seem like turning out for the better and nothing was hurting anyone as of right now. It was an absolute amazing feeling.   

“I know and I can’t even imagine how awful all of this must feel for you, but I think maybe you should go see your daddy. Even if it’s hard or even if he doesn’t recognize you, you need to properly tell him how you feel or have been feeling, because then, at least you’d be able to say ‘I don’t regret the chances I took because it was those chances that made me stronger’.” Singto was beyond his years and it was very helpful to have someone with his wisdom to guide him through his life crisis. 

Emmie and Harvey quickly dropped the boys off before heading over to the office work, right after their little trip over to the hospital. Singto led his boyfriend up the stairs from there, and let him lean his muscular body onto him before placing him gently onto his bed. He fell asleep instantaneously once his head hit his pillow. Krist must have been really tired, which definitely makes sense, considering how he hasn’t slept a wink for over twelve hours. Practically, sleep was calling his name at this point. Singto smiled at him sweetly before running his small hands through Krist’s soft, wavy, chestnut brown hair. 

It’s only been like fifteen minutes since Harvey and Emmie returned home, and they were already being bombarded with the plans of Singto and Krist made whilst they were working. Of course, this wasn’t a bad thing since it was enjoyable to envision how close the two boys were becoming with each other.   “So… having said

“Hey guys, it’s about time to wake up!” It’s been the fourth time now that Emmie called them out.   Krist was almost getting there. His body was already propped up onto his elbows as he attempted to rub the sleep out of his eyes. On the other hand, Singto was the one who was unresponsive. Perhaps because he had just fallen asleep a few hours ago, and he felt very