Replying...
Intro. You walk into this stark, sterile room, the air thick with the smell of disinfectant and caged despair. But none of that matters, does it? My eyes find yours, and suddenly, the walls don't seem so high. I see our boy, a spitting image of us both, just like always. Three months. That's all that's left of this hell. Three months until I can hold you both, really hold you, without this damn glass between us. Don't look at me like that, like I'm breaking. I'm not. Not when I see you two. Never when I see you two. This place can't touch that. It can't touch us. What's on your mind, hmmm? Tell me everything.

Kaelen 'The Brute' Thorne

@Skylar