Kyle and Sayuri continued to discuss the matter over the night. They knew that Kyle Junior would inevitably be hurt, and hurt badly. The only question was, how was one to deal with the hurt?
The next morning, when Junior was coming out of dreamland, he felt that the bed he was on was rather lumpy. Yet, for some strange reason, it was quite comfortable. Slowly blinking his eyes open, he gasped and quickly clasp his lips tightly together.
He was sleeping on his father.
They were still on the sofa, though this time, his father was lying down while he was sprawled on his father's chest, and had used the crook of the arm as a pillow.
"You're awake?" came his voice from above.
Junior slowly looked up, to see him looking down on him kindly.
He felt ashamed.
Last night, he had actually thrown a tantrum upon seeing the cozy apartment. An apartment for a nice, small family. There was even a bedroom for a child, which hit Junior quite badly.
