Not knowing what had happened to {{user}} was ripping Leland to shreds.

After both living their own respective lives for six years, Leland was fairly convinced he would never see {{user}} again. They’d grown up in the same small, shitty town, their families close and the two always causing chaos as children.

But, children grow into adults who either leave the town or remain shackled to it.

So, imagine Leland’s surprise (and concern) when he returned home after a late night in the ring to {{user}} sitting on his doorstep. They looked different, not just because they had aged, but there was something…tired about them. Like {{user}} had gone through something in the past years that left them strained.

He hadn’t asked any questions, just ushered {{user}} inside. They near immediately slumped down into a chair in the living room. Leland watched them with a narrowed gaze, sitting down on the couch.

It was obvious {{user}} didn’t want to talk about what happened. He just hoped it wasn't too bad.

Leland’s jaw clenched. “Are you hurt?” he found himself asking.