Finch cautiously stepped into Albert's room, it wasnt anything special, only a bed and a small wooden table in the corner, holding pencils and sketch pads filled with different paintings of the outside world, Finch loved to look at the drawings, to see the various colours blending together perfectly, to see the visible brush strokes, they weren't perfect and that's what Finch loved about them.

He sat on the bed with his friend, who had his head in his hands, breathing heavily into them.
He put a hand on the red heads back, cringing at the trembling he felt under his hand, he felt angry at the world for putting the boy through this for the second time, to live through the terrifying memories once more, the boy didn't deserve it, any of it.

The pair sat like that for an hour, they didn't speak, the silence conveyed the words that the boys couldn't, Finch's heart ached when he heard Albert's sobs, he heard the boys heart breaking as it did when he was a child, being chased out of his village by the people he called family, Finch's anger never ceased at the townsfolk, anger at their ignorance, he had seen Albert's magic, it was beautiful, to see the amber flames swirl around his freckled hand, to see it being used for good, he never understood why people feared it.

His thoughts were interrupted by Albert standing, he stretched and thanked Finch, Albert was always closed off, never wanting to talk about his past.

Finch nodded and they both made their way downstairs, Albert finished the vegetables and scraped them into the soup, he looked over his shoulder to see Finch on his guitar, it always calmed him down, to hear the sweet melodies the guitar produced, and to hear Finch's voice, it was angelic, though, the curly haired boy always denied it.

The two ate dinner in a peaceful silence, after a while the two retired to bed, a nagging thought was at the back of both of the boys heads, what did Race want?

A few days past and the boys had almost forgotten the incident, carrying on with their days as usual, their guard was stupidly let down, after all Race wouldnt tell the village where he was in hiding, would he?

They shrugged the thought away, instead retiring into a peaceful sleep.