After picking Thea up, she slipped her headphones on, so Soren decided to look out the window for the drive to the dessert place. With the windows down, he was getting the warm wind blowing on his face, making breathing a little hard. However, the breeze felt nice, so he looked away every few seconds to take a deep breath before returning to his previous position. A lot was going on in his mind.
He still needed to figure out how to be helpful to his fathers, but the more he thought about it, there really wasn’t anything he wanted to look more into, nor was there anything he was particularly good at. Is this how he would spend the remainder of his life? Crashing on his parents’ couch? He was sure they wouldn’t mind, well, Sebastian wouldn’t, but he didn’t want them to regret bringing him
