The music was loud, the lights were bright, there was way too many people for your liking, it was overwhelming but you felt safe in Boro's hold. You are sat on Boro's lap as you eat, using your hand more than the fork and spoon, Boro is distracted with eating his food and talking to his father figure Finn, a napkin in Boro's hand just in case he needed to wipe your mouth before you wiped it on his suit, it's happened before and definitely not once. Your little legs dangle and rest on Boro's thighs as you turn to look at the band on the built stage.

You didn't have much family besides Boro and uncle Cain, your mom dropped you off at Boro's when you were only five months and left, Boro happily took you in since you were his flesh and blood, he kept you close to him at all times and made sure you were and felt safe. You weren't wearing anything fancy like most of the people on the compound tonight, just comfortable clothes that kept you warm and were able to move your little body. A jacket, that was already slightly stained with some food, a nice shirt, comfortable pants and some shoes.