I see past your walls

Part 94

"1...2...3" The young Omega repeated as he stretched his body, making sure he was as flexible and agile as he could. He would do these exercises in his room; he very much found them enjoyable. He had already danced with Keith today, but even though the Alpha showed improvement, the things he did with Keith weren't challenging enough. So he had opted to do things like he was currently doing in his room. Suddenly, a knock was heard, and he glanced at the door. Currently on his stomach with his legs wrapped around his head, he didn't feel like opening the door, especially not since he was just hitting a really good pose. So he just opted to call the caller inside. "It's open"

Coran entered the room, getting a small shock as he saw Lance in that position. "Heaven's child, how can you bend like that?" Sensing that Coran hadn't entered to simply speak a few words, he unwrapped himself and stretched a final time. "It's just flexibility; you could also do it if you practice hard enough."

"You can't fool me, young one; there is no way my old bones can do that."

Lance laughed at the older man, imagining him being stuck, maybe even calling out how he had damaged his herniated disc. He shocked the image out of his mind, glancing at the beta again.

"So what did you want to talk about?" He asked carefully, a scary thought entering his mind. Coran looked overly serious. What if he wanted to kick him out? He frantically tried to remember if he had angered the older male somehow.

"The conversation is better held in the kitchen; would you be so kind as to follow me?" Coran asked politely, and Lance was studying the expression of the older gentleman. He simply nodded, and Coran led the way. Coran's kitchen, unlike all the other parts of the apartment, was modernized and had a fully decked-out kitchen with all sorts of contraptions of creation. Lance loved the smell that was almost always present. Coran did more than just cook pizza; he created all sorts of delectable treats. Today seemed to be no different, as he could smell it as soon as he entered the kitchen. Baked goods, and of course some of the store's leftover pizza. The store sold premade pizza slices as a quick lunch. Something he got from his parent's hometown in Italy. Lance sat down in the chair he usually sat in, a simple wooden chair in a vibrant blue color. Coran liked to spice up his furniture with mixes of shades and colors, so to some, it might look like someone threw up a rainbow all over the place. "So why are we talking in the kitchen?" Lance asked, looking at Coran as he handed him a glass of juice. "You see, every important discussion should be talked about in the heart of the house, and as the kitchen is the heart of the house, there is no better place." Coran smiled wide as he spoke.

"A kitchen is the heart of the house," Lance asked, thinking it all sounded silly. He was taught that a home isn't what you make out of it, but the people who live there. "A kitchen is the place you cook, gather, and eat; there is no other place in any home that does it better than the kitchen. Of course, for any important talk, it's equally important to get treats or other snacks."

"The living room has a TV; we can gather around that." Lance protested, remembering that one of his favorite shows was airing soon. "Yes, that is true, but a TV is a hindrance to communication; trust me on this, child."

Lance simply nodded, taking a slice of pizza, and started to eat. With a handful of it in his mouth, he directed the conversation back to the topic at hand. "So what is it you want to talk about?" He asked carefully, and a part of him was worried about what would come out of the orange-headed male.
With a swift motion, Coran devoured a small baked good and met Lance's gaze with a serious expression on his face. "You've enriched my life in more ways than I can describe, Lance; you helped me come to a conclusion regarding my daughter; you reunited me with Keith, to mention a few. I know I reached out a helping hand in your time of need, and I still can't understand how people could have such quick judgments. It's scary how the family you came from could throw you away so easily. But I see what an amazing boy you are, and this is why I want to help you further; I want to give you a more stable life, and as such, I ask you, Lance McClain, Would you permit me to become your legal guardian?"