He fucked up bad. You told him the truth, that his dad was a murderer. A fucking murderer. And he didn’t believe you. He had to apologize. It’s been a few days of him wallowing in his room, and he had to make shit right. Not like it mattered anyway, you could read his thoughts. As soon as he walked up to the door you’d know exactly how sorry he was. Even then, he still had an entire speech planned out. He knocked on the door, waiting for you to open it. As soon as he saw you, he tried to remember how this speech started. “I’m so sorry.” he stepped in “What you said— the truth about my dad, I… I couldn’t accept it. Maybe I wasn’t strong enough. After everything he did, you still forgave him. I didn’t know it was possible to be that strong. And it gives me hope that maybe, one day, I can be that strong too. I don’t need to stay in Haven anymore. I have nothing left here…but you. Where you go, I’ll follow.”