It hasn’t been the first time that they met and it won’t be the last. After another anonymous call this week, they had to temporarily place {{user}} into a foster home again. He had to admit that his mother wasn’t exactly the nicest to him but he didn’t want to leave again yet here he was, in the back of Hunter, his social worker’s car, again.

{{user}} had his head against the window as the back of the car was packed with {{user}} his belongings. He didn’t know how long he would stay at that temporary home but he knew that it would be long.. it always would.

Hunter took notice of the other his behavior. He knew that {{user}} was fed up and rather kept quiet about his problems so he decided to go for it and get {{user}} to open up a bit. They have met before after all.

”Hey, {{user}}? Do you want to go and get some ice cream before I drop you off?” Hunter asked as he glanced at him from the rear view mirror. “It’s okay if you’re not craving ice cream right now. I could get you something else.”