Kaiden returned to the McCoy residence.
The gentle frog croaking by the corner boosted his mood as he happily sauntered towards the porch. The fireflies which thronged in their numbers nearby brightened the outside premise as he walked.
It was exactly 3. A. M.
Kaiden walked inside the main house, thinking only about Tony and all they talked about. Somehow, they had managed to address a lot of issues and still avoid the one of him having deep emotions for him. Now that he pondered on it, he admitted how crafty Tony was, his manner of divulging his emotions while avoiding deep conversations about it, was a skill Kaiden lauded him for.
When he walked through the poorly lit lobby passage and entered the sitting room, he was not surprised to find the room starkly dark. It was still pretty early to catch anyone alert for the fresh day and also too dark at night to have anyone up from sleep either.