Chester moved to where the broken chair was while he waited for Delvin to come back, thinking about some things he needed fixed up. A new TV would be nice, but he couldn't ask that of the man. He barely knew him... Barely knew his carer at all. The thought made his fists clench and he bit his lip. "Control yourself. Why are you getting so mad...? There is nothing to be mad about..."

He looked up when Delvin reentered the room, tilting his head at what was said. Repairs... Yes... It might cheer the place up a little. Maybe it would improve his moods. He liked the sound of painting the place. Last time he had tried, he had put several holes in the walls.