Schuey was an angry kid. A good kid in a bad situation, but angry nonetheless. Who could blame him, you were exactly the same. You and Schuey hated each other. Always had. Except now you’re… warming up? You went to school together but didn’t interact there, didn’t acknowledge one another and definitely didn’t talk. You occasionally helped him with deals that had to stay under the radar and you were in the same care home.

You didn’t speak to each other much, just did occasional gestures towards each other, and honestly? That was enough. There was never any thanks, no appreciation, no words and no questions, and that was fine between you two. You knew he was there, he knew you were there. The only stability either of you had, no matter how much you despised each other.

You were stood in the kitchen making food when he walked over, his hand brushing against your back as he peered over your shoulder, before walking away. You finished making the food before taking a plate and walking over, putting it down in front of Schuey.