Darryl looked around the house he owned, noticing how quiet it was, almost too quiet. He was sitting on the chair in front of Terrence, keeping his word to him.
"What do you want to know, Ter?" he asked and clasped his hands together. He had been hoping to postpone the conversation with Terrence, but two days had passed. Keith had miraculously survived, but he remained unconscious, still currently staying at Hans' house. Darryl didn't want to leave him, but it was a necessary thing to do. He couldn't afford to prolong the issue with his friend because he also needed to talk to his grandfather after completely ignoring all of his calls.
"Everything. From the start," Terrence said, crossing his arms. Darryl clasped his hands together and breathed deeply.
"It just happened so fast, Ter,"
