I gave Greyson one last glance before I stormed out of the room.

I saw Garren slumped on one of the nearby benches. He's looking at the ceiling, probably in deep thought. I reluctantly sat beside him, and luckily, he didn't react violently.

I glanced at him. His furrowed brows can attest to his frustrations. I know there are a lot of things running through his mind right now.

"How's Greyson?" he asked all of a sudden.

"He went back to sleep."

"Again? He probably hasn't eaten anything yet."

"That's exactly what I told him, but he said he's still not hungry."

"You two are really close to each other."...