Basil wasn't quite finished with his work, but he liked to have a little left so he could do it in the morning. It gave him something to do, something to stare at intently when he got to school early. God forbid he talk to anyone. He shut his books and finished his tea as he stood up. "Vance, isn't their pack here temporarily? What will you do if they can ever return to their home?" He'd considered himself leaving because of college, but he didn't want to make Emmerson leave and he knew he couldn't live without him.
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