ππΆππππΎππ πΉπππ·ππ (brightlight) wrote in irreparable,
Stephen straightened his backbone a little when she came in, looking up and over at her. He was thankful for the company, and even more thankful for the chocolate. The boy gave a little sniff, wiped at his face, and attempted a smile.
"I'm not all that worried about my hips." He said, then patted the bed next to him.