They came in the middle of the night. It was unexpected and it sprung many questions, but you welcomed in nonetheless.

You watched as Touya wrapped wrapped the drowsy 8 year-old Shoto up in a blanket and laid him to rest on your couch.

"It's...been a lot today. Do you think we can talk about this in the morning?"

Touya asked, the exhaustion and grief painfully visible in his eyes.