It turned out that Padraig was well on his way to happy. It was clear for anyone to see. The way he looked at Kaos was… well, it reminded Francis of the way Padraig had looked at Marcus years and years ago. And then there was Hestia, a pitbull/husky puppy Padraig had adopted. It was the first dog in the veterinarian’s house, ever, and that was a sign for Francis that Padraig was finally moving on.
Francis was happy for his friend. Kaos was a breath of fresh air, an incredibly talented artist who could hold an intelligent conversation not many people his age could. Of course, it turned out that there was a reason for that, a reason for the way Kaos was old for his age. Once again, Francis felt an odd sort of empathy toward someone who had gotten dealt a shitty hand more than once in his li
