Gabe and Oliver had been over for 3 hours now. There was a distinct smell of his father's cooking coming from downstairs and the humming sound from the heater that sat beside Addison's bed.

After a few minutes, Addison had finally got him to calm down. His head rested on his chest, face wet with tears. Oliver's eyes fluttered closed at the feeling of Addison's fingers combing lightly through his hair.

Little shushes and assuring words spilled from Addison's lips whenever he heard the faint sound of a sob or sniff, indicating the boy's distress.

Oliver slowly rose off of him, teary eyes gazing into Addison's.

"You okay?"

Oliver gave...