Soren drives his way back to the house where Zale is waiting for him, while Avalon silently sits beside him with a huge pout after getting a good scolding. Soren's face was serene from looking outside, oblivious of the turmoils happening inside his head.
Things tend to never work out favourably for him ever since he was young. It was given how he was still able to acknowledge the glory of his face and didn't reap wrinkles from the conflicts he had bolted in his head and combat them.
He vowed to himself a long time ago and was always sedulous to fix Zale and his poor mental health. Although, Zale and his bipolar ass had sworn to make it as complicated as he could for Soren to help him.
