wesley’s eyes held dark circles, giving them a sunken in look as if his sockets were melting back into his skull. he had been working extra hard to crack the code of which hospital payton was in. ❝you’re doing great kai,❞ his mother encouraged, knowing he felt responsible for allowing the girl to commit. his fingers were drumming rapidly against his desktop keyboard, ears tuning into the sound of his front door opening, probably signaling louis was home. ❝pretty boy,❞ he shouted, nearly knocking over his fourth cup of coffee for the day. ❝i have to tell you something that was brought up to my center of attention in the chat.❞ @louiiis











