I kep to him and study him, "You okay? Come back to my house and I can clean you up," I take his hands out of his pockets and swallow, "Atleast let me do that."
All you need is faith, trust, and a little bit of pixie-dust!
Someday, everything is going to go right for you, and it will be so wonderful you won't even know what to do. — Hannelore Ellicott-Chatham, Questionable Content