Third person POV
Present:
Spence stared at Pin in amazement. More than anything, his calmness about such a situation had won him over. He was talking about it as if he had been narrating a story of someone close to him but not him.
"How did you leave that place?" He questioned in a low voice.
"Well, Nanathon died and they didn't want to create a fuss about this. It could land them in trouble. So, they all let us go." Pin stated.
"I am sorry to ask this, but why did you tell me all of this?" Spence fixated his gaze upon Pin.
"I don't know, but since the first day, I believe that you can understand both of us, as if you have gone through something similar. The first time I saw you help Bond, I couldn't help but look up to you."
There was an awkward pin drop silence.
Spence moved forward, placing a hand on Pin's shoulder. He muttered, "I must say, your observation skills are on point."
"Today you seem a lot kinder." Pin playfully remarked.
"Maybe your warm trust has melted my cold heart, which I had been using a shield to protect my kindness?" Spence looked up to the ceiling.
"That was a mouthful of a sentence, Mr. Philosopher."
At that time, the door knob clicked and it was barged open. Bond entered the room, freshly out of the shower. His blond hair was messy and water drops were dripping down his shoulder. The white t-shirt he was wearing almost became translucent. However, for Spence, he noticed a seven year old child walk into the room, as the lack of knowledge about drying hair and body seemed to account for the child trapped inside him, screaming for help. At that time, his mind was clouded with overwhelming emotions and he wanted to embrace the little child in his arms telling, "It's okay, everything is fine," into his ears craving for sweet nothings.
"Hi Bond!" Pin waved. "Come and join us."
Bond walked into the room and closed the door behind him. Spence got up from the bed and walked towards him, staring at him in the eyes, looking for the child hop around happily but the plastic lenses seemed to be blocking his view.
"Please remove your lenses." Spence requested.
'What the hell is wrong with him.' Bond wondered and looked at Pin, who gestured him to oblige. Bond at once removed those lenses and held them in his fist.
"Yeah, now I can see him." Spence pointed towards his brown irises.
His natural eyes seemed to be more beautiful than the crystal blue ones. The oak brown shade reminded him of the fallen leaves of the autumn. He could finally see the child in his eyes, hopping and playing around, with nothing to care about.
"What do you want?" Bond questioned him. It was not usual for him to act like that.
"Shh." Spence placed a finger on his lips whereas his other hand was inside his hair, as his fingers were stroking each strand, draining the excess water. He suddenly lay his head on Bond's chest, as his hands extended back to join near his waist.
"It's okay, nothing will happen." He kept on repeating those words.
"What happened to him?" Bond asked to Pin in primitive sign language.
"I told him about us." Pin whispered. He gestured Bond to embrace Spence back but he refused.
Suddenly, Bond was struck by a realization. Spence was being like this because he knows his real self. Rather than being disgusted by him like others, he was embracing him and trying to console him. This little act of kindness was more than he ever had received. It drove him to tears, and he rested his hand on Spence's shoulder, embracing him back.
"Okay okay, this is getting a bit to corny now." Pin suddenly interrupted.
"I guess so too." Spence moved away and straightened Bond's wrinkled shirt.
"That would have looked cringey." Bond said whilst wiping his face.
"Ah... I got a message." Pin dug out his phone from his pocket and opened the message. It read:
"&. ~. @. [. + [. |. @.}. "
Spence moved over to check the message but as soon as he saw it, he froze in terror and had gone pale due to fear. "It's Sam! It's Sam again. I am telling you he is back."
"What do you mean?"
"It's him. I got the same message."
"Maybe someone is trying to fool us?" Bond asked.
"Or maybe tell something?" Pin glanced at the screen. "It's a private number and getting information could be tricky, unless..."
"Unless what?"
"Unless a hacker investigates it."
"Do we have hackers here?" Spence opened the door and looked out.
"It's the magic of making acquaintances." Pin waved his hand in the air. "There are quite a few hackers in here."
"How come we didn't know?"
"A hacker never reveals his identity." At that time, there was another message notification:
"-{ :~*{|~ >['# [{{ )@[~."
"Let's find the hacker!" Bond exclaimed.