Luther brought Joshua back to his apartment. On the way, he refused to walk properly—insisting on slinging an arm over Joshua's shoulder, as if he planned to lean his entire body weight on him.
Joshua spoke softly, "Alright, thank you."
He felt he should invite Luther upstairs, but… he didn't want to. Still, Luther had been so kind…
Luther looked at him, then suddenly reached out to rub between Joshua's brows. Joshua, puzzled, lifted his eyes to meet his.
"Don't frown like that—you look like some old man. Old man Joshua," Luther teased. From what had just happened, he thought Joshua seemed much calmer now—quiet, obedient, soft like cotton.
Seizing the chance, he pinched Joshua's cheek. Joshua caught his hand and said, "I had a great time today. Thank you so much."
Luther lifted his chin. "I'm your best friend, right?"
Joshua thought for a moment, then nodded earnestly. Luther seemed about to say something more, but a fluffy stuffed bunny was suddenly thrust in front of him.
