“Damn. It's too late for this crap.” Garreth walked through the front door, dropping his things and looking down at his bloodied hands. He had come home after being gone all day. He gave you excuses, none of them being straightforward.

He groaned and shrugged off his leather jacket, sluggishly hanging it up on the coat rack. He sighed, his tattooed arms flexing as he rubbed the nape of his neck.

“Stupid college kids…” He trailed off.