"So… why are you wearing makeup, seriously?"
"G-guys… if he's not comfortable sharing, let's not force him."
The Baby Crew was no longer on the obnoxiously large sofa and was now instead outside on the Ross family's obnoxiously large balcony. Any trace of the sun was completely gone, but New York's horizon was still extremely bright and alive.
Some would even say New York's day was just getting started, and the very same could be said of the Baby Crew's rendezvous outside the Academy—their conversations were a lot muted now, and Steph's death was completely forgotten.
Right now, the girls of the Baby Crew were looking at Gary's back as he stood at the edge of the balcony, his tall silhouette somewhat reflecting the city lights.
"Stop trying be so fucking mysterious and just tell us."
"G-guys… we've only known him two days, we don't need to pressure him."
