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Porsche didnt want to exactly tell that stranger- No, not stranger anymore. Khun nu, his trauma. It was something difficult to talk. If only Tankhun knew who he was- He would probably not talk to him. People were scared of him, hell they were even scared to talk bad about him beause he didnt show his face anywhere. He was like a myth, always somewhere but never showing. Thats partly why they called him Pheonix. Even if he met up with clients, he always had a mask on. It was a plastic mask 3D printed, it was a pleague doctor mask. It was black with orange paint sprayed over it, It way chay's idea, the little one was weirdly excited to give it to him to hide his identity and Porsche liked it, so he took it.

' Thats it? You wont tell me more?' The other one pouted. Porsche was right, of course he wanted to know more, who wouldnt? Porsche sighed. It wasnt really the best idea to tell anyone anything, it was quite dangerous actually. He looked around, there were no cameras- only the fake ones. No one was staring or being suspisous, and the bushy eyebrows left somewhere. Maybe he would tell, but only a little.

' I- I was kidnapped at early age and it broke me- kinda. Yeah, it made my somehow crazy, atleast thats what people tell me.' Porsche looked at the fablous man, he excepted him to be crazy about it and loud, but he wasnt. He just stared at Porsche in shock, was he lost at words? was it  a bad idea? Should Porsche kill hi-

' That happend to me too.' Khun Nu said. Did it really though?  Porsche didnt realize he was speaking. 

' Yeah, I was kidnapped also at a young age. They tortured me, and beacuse of that i was scared to come out of my own home. I was scared that they might come back.' Oh. Oh. 

Porsche didnt except to met someone so similliar to him on the first day. Though he had to go out, beacuse of chay. He had a sudden urge to hug the man but it ould be probably weird so he stopped himself from doing so. Tankhun wouldnt get him though, he liked the blood, he liked the pain, He loved killing. He loved torturing beacuse of that, it wasnt something fascinating for him. Ke knew that those men broke him, it was probably a trauma response, but he really did feel good punishing people for their crimes. 

' Trauma buddies, huh?' Tanned boy asked with teasing tone. Maybe they would met eachother more often? Khun Nu laughed softly at his words, and oh my. How could Porsche even think about killing him? This man was so fun! Porsche wondered of how he would look like in blood- but he quickly stoped, he really needs this therapy thingy. 

' Yeah. Im starting to like you!' The other one yelled. He was slighly loud but it didnt annoy Porsche anymore, not when he experinced similliar thing to him. Porsche grinned. ' Arm! Pol! Get us some coffe!' fabulous man barked, His bodyguards didnt seem to mind though. He looked at Porsche. 

' So- Do you maybe want to get out of here? Who wants therapy anyway! Lets be crazy together!' Wow. That was actually a really great offer. He should ask Chay though- He could never break a promise without asking. He called his little brother, at first Chay disagreed almost instantly but when he heard about his friend he changed his mind. His little brother told him that its avtually great he met someone similliar. 

When he hang up, they smiled at eachother. Khun hugged Porsche, he didnt know what to do at the touch beacuse he usually only hugged chay. But he quickly gave in to the others touch, he was odly comforting. Maybe it was okay- Maybe Porsche wasnt broken, he just needed a good friend. Someone to talk with, someone who would understand him. Someone to see him like he sees himself. 

Tankhun informated his guards not to tell anyone in exachanged of going somewhere normal- like a public place. The three of them- beacuse the third one joined a little later and Porsche didnt notice him earlier- agreed pretty quickly after Khun's begging. They left without a word, they didnt infrom anyone.