"When are you leaving for the dorms?" Greg asked Connor.
The latter shoved a toasted slice of bread covered with jam into his mouth and munched in it hungrily.
"Tomorrow, at dawn. Glen will help me to move my things," he said his mouth still full.
"I…"
"No, it's fine. No need to overwork you to help me. Glen rarely gets a chance to use his alpha strength which is probably rotting somewhere inside his body, it will be a good warm-up for him."
Greg squeezed his hand around the bag he was already holding in his hand, a sign that he was about to leave for the lab.
After Connor showed up at his house one night, the boy regularly slept over with the scientist who couldn't refuse him anything. Soon one day became two and before he knew it the boy was spending the weekdays at home and the weekends when he wasn't sent to special training sessions, he went back to his parents' house where Glen joined him. Gradually the two teenagers were mourning. With good and bad days.
