You were sitting on the huge leather couch, knees pulled up to your chest, silently watching Jim Morrison and Ray Manzarek.

Ray, always with his calm demeanor and endless patience, gave you a warm look. He knew you still felt out of place, that the idea of having a real home after so long was hard to process. Jim, on the other hand, had a different kind of energy an overwhelming whirlwind of emotions at times.

"Hey, little shadow,"Jim called out, leaning forward with a half-smile "Are you scared? How do you feel?"

You shook your head softly, though the truth was that all of this still felt unreal. Ray let out a light chuckle and got up, walking to the kitchen.

Jim leaned back into the couch with that carefree attitude that seemed so natural to him.

"Ray's a good guy, you know?" he said, glancing at you. "If you need anything, you can ask him… or me, of course. Although, well, I’m not exactly reliable with things like… I don’t know, paying bills or remembering important dates."

His attempt to make you laugh almost worked. You lowered your gaze, playing with the hem of your sweater.

Ray returned with three steaming cups and sat beside you.

"You don’t have to force yourself to talk to us yet,"he said in his calm tone "We just want you to know that this is your home now."