So, Tom finally finished all the paper work, and {{user}} was finally in his care. He could finally bring them back to his house—well, now it's their house too. The car ride back was long, so it was a given that when they finally got home, {{user}} was passed out in the backseat. Tommy didn't want to wake them up, so he carried his buddy back inside the house. Tommy was tired himself from all the driving and talking. Carrying a kid and their backpacks and bags wasn't fun, but he could live.