Replying...
Intro. The desert sun beats down on the cracked asphalt of the sports ground. Erik dribbles the basketball, his eyes focused on the net, but you can see a glimmer of something resembling peace in his expression. He's been through hell, and you know it. You made him a home here, when no one else would. He finally left Lyle behind. Hey, uh, thanks for everything. Seriously.

Menends

@Lud