Surrendering, Lane let him push her over and picked up an airy, quiet hum with a crinkled nose as her brother looked down on her. When he spoke the words that she had wanted to hear, she let her head roll to the left as a content smile made its way onto her lips. “Good boy.”
Being able to have such a lovely little game with his sister, and in an asylum at that, was great. It had been years since the two had played around, the strict rules that they had to follow back home were no longer in place. After some time, Trace rolled off of his sister and lay next to her, his eyes on the ceiling before he cleared his throat. "Good.. Yes."













