I smile and carry Kyle there, slipping his shoes and jacket off before tucking him in. Once he's alright, I kiss his forehead goodnight and head back to the couch.
I'm never what I like I'm double sided And I just can't hide I kind of like it When I make you cry 'Cause I'm twisted up, twisted up Inside
The grand in the hotel rings with broken tunes; the guests frown; the concierge winces. But the blue-hatted boy is happy and braver than they. — TheMythMaster