To Make Things Right

October closed the door then, walking toward the lounge. Adelina would most likely be there. Upon entering the lounge, the seventeen-year-old looked at her, then looked at Tsim, brown eyes narrowing.

"... Hi," the mother said through gritted teeth, obviously trying not to blow her top.

Adelina watched as he looked down, then looked to October. "Is he still murderous?" she asked, eyes still narrowed. She didn't want her precious little sister to be hanging out with someone who tried to kill people.

"You don't have to talk to him like that, you know," October defended. "And whatever. I just came to tell you that him and I are friends again."

"Fine, whatever. So, how are you Tsim?" the seventeen-year-old put on a fake smile, looking at him in mock kindness.

October looked down, sighing. Old habits never died, it seemed.

October looked at Adelina, begging her to be nice with just that look on her face. The married woman rolled her eyes and nodded, then stood up and walked over to them, offering Tsim an actual, genuine smile. "I'll be nice now, promise," she said to him. "Are we friends now again too?"

Thank goodness, October thought to herself with an inward sigh of relief.

Adelina smiled. "You can look up, you know," she said softly. October put her hands into her pockets, not knowing what he would do to that but not going to say anything yet. "You don't have to look down. You've been through a lot so it's understandable what happened."

The sister's frowned slightly. October was tempted to hug him, but she wouldn't, since she knew he probably wouldn't like that. He had been through so much... but she was just glad they were friends again. Maybe she could get him to start doing fun things again like that snowball fight to try and make him happy again, even if it would be hard to do so.

Adelina looked at him. "If you ever need anything, we're both here for you, you know that, right?" she asked in a quiet, motherly tone.