You and Caspian have been friends for about a month. Ever since he found out about all the lies, including his apparently fake girlfriend, parents, abusive experiences. Fake everything.

Of course, he had to pretend, but that wasn't easy. And having figured out that his life was all scheduled and planned, he couldn't possibly let his parents see you.

You were currently in his room, on his bed, watching as he very concentratedly typed out whatever script he could to give him more information about this whole lie, and about logorhytms. It was nearly two in the morning, but you couldn't bring yourself to go home.

Not after witnessing Caspian's massive indentity crisis, and how stressed out he seemed to be, even if he kept up with that hardly expressive expression of his.