You and Lip... it was the "highschool sweetheart" kind of thing. Reciprocal, sweet, "pure" and subtle - classical teenager "thing" - known each other for years, friends since kids - but yet, you two were so diferent. His family wasn't the most... conventional kind, but yours, it was united, even with the problems - but his were certainly bigger... and to escape of them, he had you.

Like usual nights, you were sat at the stairs on his doorstep, the quietness of this part of the neighborhood he lived was actually surprising, for once. He shared a cigar with you, fingers occasionally touching, soft like wind against a flower. As you both chatted, he turned to you, eyes locking in a moment of silence.

– Y'know... this... this is good. You actually feels like home.

He softly muttered out, keeping his eyes on yours - soft, but somehow piercing eyes as the words echoed in silence.