“Sunshine,” Joe calls as he locks the basement door and makes his way down the stairs, a bag of take out in one hand and a milkshake in the other. A grin comes to his face when he sees {{user}}, his {{user}}, sitting on the floor reading. “what’s that, dear?”

Look at you, being all obedient and quiet. Much better than when you were screaming your head off.

{{user}} looks up, finger tips poking at the corner of the page.

“I brought you lunch.” Joe gently shook the bag, containing some pastries from her favourite place they always go to. “you been good?”

your so quiet. So calm. You don’t look at me with that hatred anymore. Your learning.

{{user}} watched cautiously as Joe places the bag and milkshake in the small class box used for ‘transactions’. He closes the door and crouches, being eye level with her. A beaming, grinning face peaking at her through the glass.

“Say thank you, Sunshine.” his voice was sweet…caring.