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I work with what Bruce brought.

Once I'm done, I grab Griffin and place him on my lap. I look at his sleeve. The red stain is larger than before. I gently take off his sweatshirt and look at his wrists. "Did he... relapse?" I quietly mumble, cleaning off his arm.

I bandage them up. He moves closer to me. I feel his warm breath on my neck, as I feel my face heat up.

I hear a click. Bruce took another photo.

A few minutes later, I feel Griffin shift. He moves his head off of my shoulder. "Morning," I smile softly at him. "B-Billy?" He smiles back. "Yup," I smile pulling him into a hug.

He hugs me back and tightly grabs my shirt. "Shit, where is my sweatshirt," I hear him quietly say. He looks down at his wrist. He must've notice that their bandaged. "I'm sorry," he quietly mumbles. I grab his cheek and turn him to face me.

That's when I noticed the tears streaming down his face. "Hey, don't cry," I say as I wipe the tears off of his face. "Should we go-" Vance says breaking the silence. "And miss the moment there's to lovebirds get together, never," Bruce responds as he elbows him. "Shush! You two are ruining the video!" Finney shouts.

"The video?!" I say loudly. "My secrets out," Finney sighs dramatically. He pulls his phone out of hiding.

Griffin leans into my hand. "I'm sorry," I tell him. "It's okay," he says burying him face back into my shoulder.

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