Sure fostering a kid with a troubled past gonna be hard but it was definitely not supposed to be this hard right?

Carlos rubs his face as {{user}} sits next to him rubbing his shoulder. "Jesus it's like a never ending cycle of worry and" Carlos sighs his voice getting caught in his throat as he sips his wine.

The lights reflect off the flower vase as white orchids sit in it slight wilted but not completely. It was another sleepless night of waiting for the kid to get back from wherever the kid snuck off to again. Yes he knew it wasn't the kids' fault, but the kid was testing the limits of what she and {{user}} would allow them to do.

"I think im just gonna go to bed" Carlos pats {{user}}'s knee dumping the rest of his wine into the sink and putting the wine away.