Gawin gazed in wonder at the arm before him. He stared up at Joss as his head began to gently move, like a rusty gear attempting to get back into working order. Joss's spectacles reflected back to him his bewildered expression. Joss' other hand swung quickly towards Gawin's forehead without a second's hesitation, and the man ultimately flicked it.

Gawin was massaging his wretched forehead, which now had a red area in the centre. "Get a move on," Joss shouted, "I want this done and over with."

He kept rubbing his forehead. You wouldn't expect Joss to be somewhat fixated on his body given his emphasis on academics. However, such power came from such a modest move. And Gawin's forehead had an extremely red patch from this force. Joss giggled within when he saw the place, but he was careful to hide it from the other.

However, he suppressed his internal laughter and reached for one of Gawin's gel pens. Gawin reluctantly reached for the pen as it came into view. As soon as Gawin picked up the pen, Joss began going over his notes again and began teaching Gawin the entire course from beginning to end. Despite his extreme boredom, the unfortunate man discovered that drawing on Joss' wrist was extremely soothing. Gawin was also having fun because it was something he was not used to.

Gawin was on the border of falling asleep about midnight, but Joss was too preoccupied with explaining the syllabus. However, he quickly discovered that the ticklish doodling on his arm had stopped. The sleeping person on the desk caught his attention as he turned away from his documents. He rose from the bed and positioned himself in front of the man who was sleeping on the chair. Taking a blanket off the bed, he lay it gently on Gawin. He saw the rising torso move rhythmically up and down. And he was unable to look anywhere but at Gawin for some reason.

"Are you not going to go home, Mr. Sangngern?"

Startled, Joss's gaze swung swiftly to the entrance. Gawin's father was standing there grinning softly. Sweat was streaming down his cheeks, and he was wearing a security outfit. Joss's chest began to slowly descend and he stopped feeling panicked when he recognised who it was. Gawin's father entered the room after adjusting his outfit and removing his cap.

"You haven't arrived home yet, and it's almost midnight. Your folks will be concerned, won't they? How come you're still here? Would you like a ride?

"I was just checking up on Gawin," Joss said with a smile and a shake of his head, "It appears that he was studying. I will get home by myself. Sir, I drove my own car here.

"Oh, okay. I'm glad to see Gawin busying himself with school. University hit him quite hard, and I'm always worried about him, but he never tells me anything."

Joss turns to face Gawin's dad. Joss wonders what he's talking about... Is Gawin struggling in university? Gawin's father was grabbing a cushion for Gawin to lie on and massaging his son's head through his bewildered eyes. "Young man?"

The thought stopped Joss in its tracks. Gawin's father was sitting in the same spot as before, rubbing Gawin's back with his arm. Joss also took care to conceal his inked arm. His back was where it lay. "Yes? What is the issue, sir?"

"I appreciate you checking in on Fluke. Knowing that he has you around while I'm at work makes me happy. Thank you very much. But I won't be able to pay you until next month," he said, and Joss knew he was being sincere, "I'm so sorry."

"I don't need you to pay me."

"What? Isn't that why you wanted to work here? I can't let you work if I don't pay you, Mr. Sangngern!"

"It's okay, sir. I don't want you to pay me. I come from a well off family so I don't need the money."

"Huh?" Mr. Caskey stands up form the bed, "Then how can I repay you for the work you've done for me?"

"You can repay from not telling Gawin. Don't tell him you don't pay me. Please. Keep the money for yourself."

"I can't do that. I can't let you work without giving you anything?!"

"But you aren't though. You are paying me by not telling Gawin. Simple as that."

"But-"

"Sir, I'm going to go home now. It's quite late, and I bet you're awfully tired. You should go to sleep yourself, sir."

Joss came out of the bedroom after turning around and making sure he had his school bag and jacket. He came to the entrance of the stairs after walking along the hall. Mr. Caskey told him to drive home safely just as he was ready to descend the stairs. Joss's face lit up with joy at this. He turned his head while resting one hand on the rail. Mr. Caskey waved Joss off as he stood outside Gawin's bedroom.

He walked down the stairs after giving Mr. Caskey a respectful Wai. When he arrived at the gate, he made careful to shut it. The air blew by Joss's face, the stars were bright, and there was not a car in sight. Joss felt hot inside despite the cold. He reached into the pocket of his jacket for his keys and pushed the button to turn on his vehicle.

His sleek black automobile, obscured by the darkness of the night, came to life. He made his way to his vehicle. The light inside his automobile turned on as he opened the door, but it turned off as soon as he shut it. After placing his belongings on his passenger seat, he sat for a good few seconds in the dark. His head struck the driving wheel as he gripped it tightly.

Is he doing the right thing?

Would he actually achieve his goal?

Is this plan of his going to actually work?

He put his car keys in the slot and wrenched his head away from the wheel. When his car's headlights came on, he made the decision to put his thoughts aside for later. He wanted a nap, and it was about one in the morning. His svelte vehicle sped out of its parking spot and disappeared into the night. His car and the buildings that went by his window were the only things visible in the darkness.

He pulled into the garage and parked his car as his condo came into view. He picked up his belongings and headed inside. After opening the wooden door, he removed his shoes, put on his slippers, and walked to his room. His belongings were all over him when he tumbled onto his bed. He sat for a long time in darkness and silence. He realised it was only a dream, but he still desired his father to behave like Gawin's father. One that's too far away. Joss clutched his covers while he slept in his casual clothes, his spectacles in their case. He wanted to leave this shithole immediately.