Life has very unexpected way of pushing you on your butt and leaving there carving for a hand of support. Sometimes there is no one around, not even the closet of all and it's not their fault. Sometimes you just have to wait for the right moment to push yourself up. Not that it's a bad thing, that's a must but never is it a pretty scene.
As Hendoor pused open the door to his room and walked out into the dark living room, he could feel the sensation of fresh air entering through the pores on his skin giving the sense awakening.
He turned on the light to the living room and wasn't surprised to find Bale laying on the couch, sleeping like giant child after crying for hours, audibly snoring.
Walking out of the house he breathed in the smell of his disoriented garden or lack of it. Ever since Fonjuar stop visiting, this has been their new view after stepping out. He was the one taking care of greenery around their house while staying there for most times.