Mabel Quinn's hand rested against his chest, initially intending to push him away, but then she thought of the injury on his shoulder, and suddenly... at this moment, she inexplicably didn't want to push him away.
Slowly, she lowered her hand.
His head leaned against her shoulder, as if utterly exhausted, needing rest.
Mabel didn't struggle, allowing Kyle Kinston to lean on her tightly. She didn't know what it was like before he was nine, living with his mother. Information about his life before nine couldn't be found online; all she knew was that he lived with his mother in K City. The things he said to her today, if the outside world knew, would probably shock many people.
Time slowly passed, with one leaning and the other supporting, and the only sounds around them were the animation from the television and the beating of their hearts and their breathing.
