 ~ Mrs. Steve Harrington ~ It be like that sometimes.
Bry would always be important to him but Drake was just as important as well. After all, it wasn’t everyday that Ary bonded instantly with someone; clearly this meant something. For that reason, he had the feeling that he would always feel that way about the other guy. And Ary already knew that he had to be careful when showing this because if the scale tipped in Drake’s favour, Bry would throw tantrums lasting for weeks. Balance would be important and Ary wanted to navigate this as best as he could.
“She is as cool as my dads,’’ Aryan agreed. Drake’s mom seemed awfully nice. It was nice to have parents of that nature. The first time his and Drake’s hand swung high, Ary started laughing because… what fun! It was actually good fun. Was there any possibility that their joined hands would depart from their bodies? “Just the beds. Lefts the fort for us to do togethers.” Drake was a fort-pro and Ary refused to deprive his friend of the opportunity to build a great fort. “Three. Raj has the ‘attic’ room. The twins and my rooms are on the firsts, along with dads. Guest rooms are also on Raj’s floors.”
Ary carefully led the way up the stairs, slowing his pace a bit since Drake was all bouncy and he didn’t want him to lose footing. “Livings rooms, dining room, kitchens… all on ground. Easier access to those when we get in from the Reserves. Oh, each floors has a bathroom. My floor has two.” It was a huge house. Ary fell silent now to let Drake process all of this info. |