Seventeen year old Aven was settled on the floor, his younger lover latching onto him, as he typically was for the past couple days. Since the thing happened, Aven found himself lying to the younger boy more and more, and guilt was starting to take over. He and his older cousin agreed that he probably wouldn't be able to take the shock, and Aven didn't want to find out, at least not at that moment. However, Aven found himself more stressed out.

Aven's usual attire was thrown aside and replaced with a pair of broken in, black sneakers which he used to play sports, black slacks, and a white long sleeve shirt. His black hair was ruffled slightly, almost hiding his brown eyes, which were closed. His chin was resting on Jarka's head softly. One arm was wrapped loosely around Jarka's waist, and the other was playing with a few strands of the younger boy's hair.

Aven's nineteen year old cousin, Oscar, was standing up, his back leaned against the wall next to the window where Reccur was standing. Although he tried to hug the younger boy several times, Reccur had rejected him and opted to stand at the window. Oscar's worry started to take a toll on his body.

His brown hair was ruffled from him running his hands through it nervously. His green eyes started to develop bags under them as well, and the usually shine that they had disappeared. His white sneakers were covered in mud, and his dark jeans were wrinkled and cut in several places. His blue shirt was once long sleeve, but he ended up ripping the sleeves off because they were driving him crazy. The sleeves laid on the floor next to him.

As Jarka spoke, Aven opened his eyes and moved his head, looking down at the younger boy. Oscar looked at the two for a moment before looking at Reccur to see if the boy would respond to his cousin's question.