Dray XII

Two am.

Aron and Lou walking on either side of Dray.

Lou pulls him into a hug, and he leans against her shoulder briefly. "I'm sorry, Mom."

Lou. "I'm sorry, too, baby." Pauses, half smiles at him. "And that doesn't mean you're not grounded for the next week."

Dray looks at the carpet. "I know."

Aron places a hand on his shoulder. "We'll talk more tomorrow, okay?"

Dray nods. "Okay."