After the argument, Kieren went to the bathroom, sat on the floor with the back against the wall, staring into space playing absently with the scars on his forearm. He was trying to hold back the lump in his throat and the tears that were threatening to escape through his big, watery eyes.

Downstairs in the dining room, nobody was talking, Simon was staring awkwardly at his hands. Jem, next to him, with a worried look on her face, whispered: "Go check on him, please."

Simon nodded, silently got up and headed to the bathroom.

Kieren looked up at him, while he sat next to him on the floor. He gently removed Kieren's hand from his forearm and leaned his own scars on Kieren's, while entwining his fingers with the younger boy's ones. He looked Kieren in the eyes and smiled at him. "It's okay, you will be okay".

He helped Kieren on his feets and the boy wrapped right away his arms tight around Simon, tears rolling down his cheeks soaking Simon's jumper. "Thank you", he whispers throw the sobs in Simon's shoulder. "Shhh, don't worry, I'm here".

It took him a while to calm Kieren down.

He then lead him to the bed where the boy made himself comfortable, not letting go of Simon, who laid down next to him. Kieren curled himself on Simon, burying his face in the crook of his neck. Simon stroked his hair, as the boy fell slowly asleep in his arms, a last single tear escaping his eye and a smile forming on his lips, as to let all of the sadness go, replacing it with the comfort of Simon's embrace.