Ares' POV
The ride back to his apartment is quiet, the loud silence an excuse to enjoy being together again before we have to talk and ruin the delicate balance that we've found ourselves in. As much as I know I need to know what happened to my kitten as this time, I can't help but to wish that I never had to find out and that he could forget. But this isn't some fairy tale where we can wish the evil away. And with that, I will do everything in my power to take on any weight, pain or fear from Thomas' shoulders and put it on my own if it means that one day he will be okay.
We get to the apartment in fifteen minutes, pulling into the parking lot and I breath east when I see that his friends aren't here waiting for him.
I'm not quiet sure what to do with that situation and I'm glad I don't have to decide on the spot.
