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Third Person POV

Of course Title didn't believe Cooheart when he replied "You heard nothing."

Unable to control his sobbing, Title quickly rang back Cooheart.

"Please, please, Cooheart, I have never tried to hide my feelings for you," he was sobbing into the phone, "you have always known since we were small that I feel more than just friendship for you. Why are you trying to deny what you just said? You said it clearly and you know that I heard it clearly."

"Title," Cooheart tried to maintain a calm voice, "we have both just returned from the hospital. We are still in our convalescent stage. Let's focus on getting better first."

Title didn't seem to be listening to Cooheart. Cooheart could still hear him sobbing on the other end.

"Listen, on Sunday, my physical therapist is coming to see me, and so is yours," Cooheart continued, "we can talk about it again when we are both back on our feet."

Cooheart could hear Title's mom calling Title in the background.

"Your honey garlic shrimp must be ready," said Cooheart, "I so much would like to have a taste of it."

"You want me to ask my mom to send some over to you?" Title asked.

Success! Cooheart was able to deflect the subject of intense emotions for now.

But actually Cooheart did want to have a taste of Title's mom's honey garlic shrimp. He remembered how whenever he had a sleepover at Title's house, he would always enjoy all that Title's mom laid out on the table.

"If it would not be too much trouble for your mom, yes please," Cooheart replied.

"Okay," said Title, "but please let me hear you say those words again."

"I love you, Title," Cooheart complied, because he felt that he really did.

Cooheart heard Title sobbing all over again but this time he ended the call without further drama.

"Kao isn't back yet?" Mrs. Namwirote asked Rose while Rose was pouring some ice cold pineapple juice into Cooheart's glass at dinner time.

"No, ma'am," Rose replied.

They heard the door buzz at that exact moment and Rose went to open it.

Cooheart and his mom looked at each other when they heard Rose's excited voice and someone else's.

Mrs. Namwirote stood up in surprise to greet Mrs. Puangmalee who was being ushered into the dining room by Rose.

Mrs. Puangmalee was carrying a food container in her hand.

"What is this all about?" Mrs. Namwirote asked with a pleasant smile.

"Title said that our Cooheart here wanted me to bring over some of the honey garlic shrimp that I cooked earlier. It's the least I can do for him since I never got to visit him at the hospital," Mrs. Puangmalee said, walking over to where Cooheart was seated,

"Thank you, mom," Cooheart said. He had always called Title's mom 'mom' since he and Title were children and of course Title did the same to Mrs. Namwirote.

"For as long as you're here, why don't you stay for dinner?" Mrs. Namwirote invited Mrs. Puangmalee.

"Oh no, no, thank you," Mrs. Puangmalee declined, "Title and my husband are expecting me to join them for dinner."

Then she turned to Cooheart and bent to give him a kiss on his forehead, "I hope you will enjoy what I brought you."

"I'm sure I will, thank you so much, mom, you're such a sweetheart, just like Title is," Cooheart said sincerely.

"Title thinks the same of you," Mrs. Puangmalee said with much conviction, "he can't wait to be able to come and see you. You know that, right?"

"Let me walk you to the door," Mrs. Namwirote said before Cooheart could say something to that, and when they were out of Cooheart's earshot, she added, "It was very kind of you to do as Cooheart requested but please don't spoil him like that. He should learn to be content with whatever he is served on our table."

What Mrs. Namwirote didn't know was that her son had always wished that his own mom could cook the way Mrs. Puangmalee could.

"Lydia," Mrs. Puangmalee resorted to calling Mrs. Namwirote by her first name, "our sons are going to be with us for only up to a certain time. Before we know it, they will be off to live their own lives and we won't get to see them or do for them what we'd like to do as often as we used to be able to. Let's spoil them rotten while we can."

Both mothers ended up doubling in laughter after Mrs. Puangmalee's short goodbye speech at the door.

Just as Mrs. Namwirote took her seat back at the dining table, the door buzzed again.

This time it was Kao. Why was he late in coming back from university? Did he have to do some research in the library?

Kao walked into the dining room and greeted Mrs. Namwirote and Cooheart.

"Come join us for dinner," Mrs. Namwirote invited Kao.

"Thank you, mom," Kao said, "but I had dinner at the mall. I should have called you earlier to let you know so that Rose did not have to set up a place for me. I'm sorry, it was remiss of me. It won't happen again."

"Don't worry about it," said Mrs. Namwirote, already ladling some soup from the tureen and pouring it into Cooheart's bowl.

Kao excused himself and went to his room to set his backpack down and to make himself comfortable for the evening.

He looked back to the evening's event and started to question himself whether it was the right thing to do to spend lunch with Kaownah at the cafeteria and then to agree to have dinner with him at the mall.

Surprisingly though, he had enjoyed Kaownah's company. He was such a funny guy and had lots of interesting stories to tell.

Kao could easily tell however, that Kaownah had something going for him. Kaownah was not even bothering to hide it. The problem was that Kao didn't feel the same and he didn't want to lead him on. Kao wasn't that kind of person.

Kao sighed as he turned his computer on. Now if only Cooheart felt the same for him.

Kao shook his head at himself. He knew that he was no match for Title, and neither was Nicky. Kao and Nicky might as well give up the good fight