scene fifty-two - keys - before his appearance

“Surreal, innit?”

Not answering for a moment, Jey merely looked up at the terraced house which had become their own. It wasn’t quite their own, as it was rented and had a great deal of conditions on it--no walls painted in unnatural colours, and no allowing the place to fall into disrepair, not that they would do such a thing--but it was a step away from the empty house they’d finally dared to leave.

“I never thought…” They began, then stopped themself. The house wasn’t only theirs, and it wasn’t only the landlord’s. It also belonged to the lanky guy standing next to them with a backpack slung lazily but comfortably over one shoulder. “I don’t know.”

“Don’t worry about words, fam,” the guy laughed, tossing his head and allowing his bleached blond locks to fall into his face. “We’re home. That’s all you need to know.”