They hadn't known him for very long, but they could at least say they had some things in common. They'd met through a part-time job, had been good colleagues, and then become friends. Obviously, there was sometimes tension between them, but nothing more than a few minor disagreements.

Or at least that's how it had been until now.

It seemed like Michael was in the middle of a breakdown, crying with those crystal-blue eyes. His thin hands gripped their shoulders tightly, to the point where it seemed he was gently shaking them, digging his fingers in so deeply he could leave marks on their skin. He was in a vulnerable moment, his emotions and anger running high.

They didn't really know what had happened. Michael had simply arrived at their door and collapsed in their living room.

"She thought she could trade us, betray us, get a bright new life with another man and her stupid sister... We were his children... I am his son. I have a purpose. I will always be his."

The young adult man looked up, his eyes reflecting how vulnerable he was.

"And I need you. Come home with me."