Mind Games and D.I.D

66. We all make mistakes.

After dropping Lenka home, Ferrie and Damian followed Steve back into his living room, then noticed two other people sitting in their respective chairs watching the news on the television. They were both older looking, possibly in their late forties to early fifties. Steve walked in and grinned at them.

"Hey, mum. Dad."

"Steve," replied the man without looking at him.

"Hello, Steven," greeted the woman with a smile.

"Oh, this is Damian and Ferrie," Steve introduced. "And this is my mum, Lucia, and my father, Norman."

"Lovely to meet you two," Lucia replied graciously, and Norman just gave them a curt smile. Damian smiled back, but Ferrie couldn't help herself.

"It is amazing to finally meet you. We've known Steven here, for about five years now, and have only just met you?"

"Oh, yes. We are extremely busy people and are always working. It can be a strenuous lifestyle, but it's what we enjoy," Lucia informed her bluntly.

"Yep... okay were just going to grab this and go into the other lounge," Steve muttered as he picked up the few pieces of paper they had written on the night before.

"What's that, dear?"

"Just a few plans to get our mate back. She's been kidnapped and we're gonna go rescue her," Steve replied honestly before heading to the other lounge.

"Okay, dear," Lucia muttered as the three of them vacated the room again.

Damian stared at his friend as they followed him to the second lounge down the end of the long hallway.

"That was a bit too honest, don't you think?"

Steve chuckled.

"I could say absolutely anything to them, and they wouldn't think twice. They've never really paid much attention to me. Mum just makes a little effort because she doesn't want me to leave and stop looking after the place."

"What about last year?" Damian enquired as he and Ferrie took a seat on one of the two-seater couches in that room.

"What about it?" Steve raised an eyebrow at him.

"When you got sick. Did they care at all then?"

Steve shrugged before sitting on the opposite couch and staring at the papers that sat on the smaller square coffee table between them.

"Dad cut me off. How's that for caring?"

"What?" Damian furrowed his brow.

"I wonder why..." Ferrie muttered back while catching Steve shoot her a glare.

"Because of some stupid shit," he stated vaguely.

"Is that why you started selling weed?" Damian enquired to see Steve nod.

"The old man gave me just enough allowance to feed myself. How was I meant to survive, otherwise?"

"Why'd he cut you off?" Damian took his chance to pry for once.

"I lost my savings to a bad investment," he muttered vaguely.

"So sorry to hear that, Steven," Ferrie retorted in an unsympathetic way. "What was it, the investment?"

"Nothing important," Steve exhaled while momentarily glaring exceptionally sternly at his female friend while she grimaced back at him.

"Don't be mean, babe," Damian scolded his partner. "We all make mistakes."