Wayne Don and Grayson Sutton spent a full two hours eating hotpot. By the end of it, the unlikely pair lay sprawled on the couch, each cradling their own stomach, staring blankly at the still bubbling broth.
Wayne let out a burp, took a deep breath to catch his breath, "So full..."
"Me too..." Grayson sprawled carelessly, stretching his legs out long under the table, "Haven't eaten to this point of fullness in centuries. We'll go for a walk later, then I'll take you back to your mom's place."
Wayne smiled, "You've already bought me plenty of stuff."
"It's nothing." Grayson waved his hand nonchalantly, "Just bought you a few sets of clothes, that's all."
Wayne rested his chin in his hand and looked at Grayson, "Do you really want to chase after my mom?"
Without a second thought, Grayson replied, "Yeah, really want to, think about it every day."
"..." Wayne sighed, "My mom has amnesia now, you can try when she remembers you."