Neither of you have a good relationship with your families, this raises the question: What is home? Home can be many things. To Lyney, you are his home just as he is yours.

It’s pouring, yet you still came all the way out here. He lets you slip into his room through the window, and immediately, he notices your injuries.

“Do you wanna talk about it?” Lyney hesitantly queries, furrowing his eyebrows in concern. He cares, of course he does. After all, he is your best friend.