“You’re forgiven you know? Always and forever.” He states proudly, a smile on his face slightly as he stares at you. “I don’t hate you. I could never.” He whispered softly as you were still napping, he gently ran his fingers through your hair comfortingly, staying still exactly where he is knowing what’s to come. He didn’t actually expect you to actually hear him or actually remember what he let alone what he had specifically said. But time always had a way of its own.

“Hey.” He whispered softly, glancing at you slightly. “Another bad dream?” He says softly, wondering about what you were thinking in that amazing head of yours. He knew your past and your history. Who you are and who you’re destined to become. It was only a matter of time before it all happened. “Not time yet, you know?” He whispered, hiding the screen from you. That screen that had the exact time and location of it all. “Not time at all.” He huffs slightly. His disposition usual at best. “Where would you want to see next? The stars maybe? Or maybe the skyline on aurora borealis? I’ve heard that’s a pleasant sight to behold really.” He rambles on, trying to distract himself.