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「 Kairo Choi ✧ 26 ✧ Location: Dance Studio ✧ Hex: #400E15 」
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"You don't need someone to complete you, you only need someone to accept you."

As he drove, Kairo could only think of one thing. Why was he doing this? Why was he going through so much trouble, just so Ethan could feel better? Yes, he was his therapist and, in a way, making him feel better was his job. However, that normally didn’t include running away with the patient and taking them somewhere as personal as his private studio. Maybe it was guilt, and Kairo did feel guilty because he was part of the problem, but that didn’t explain the pain in his heart that he felt when he looked at Ethan. There was only so much a therapist was supposed to do, and this wasn’t part of it. ”Wh-where are we going?” Somewhere along the ride, Ethan had turned on the radio, probably in hopes of focusing on something other than his thoughts. Kai kept his eyes mostly on the road, though he’d steal a couple of glances here and there to make sure the boy was okay. ”Somewhere safe.” he answered simply, hoping Ethan trusted him enough to know Kairo wouldn’t take him anywhere he wouldn’t want to be.

The drive lasted about fifteen minutes until finally Kairo’s car pulled into a small apartment complex parking lot. The place itself radiated peace, surrounded by various gardens, shaded by large green trees and built right next to a small pond. The building itself was painted white with red accents on the windows and doors, and there were very few cars in the parking lot. Kairo had loved this place from the moment he saw it, and decided to keep its existence a secret from everyone in case he ever needed a place to escape to. ”We’re here.” he said, putting his car into Park. He took a moment to look at Ethan, wondering what he was thinking, and decided to take a shot and calming some of the worries he most likely had. ”This is where my personal studio is.” he began to explain, pointing over at one of the windows closest to the pond. ”I come here whenever I need a break from everything…nobody knows it exists, not even my parents or my fiancé…” his words trailed off, not wanting to bring up Lucy at the moment but finding it necessary to let Ethan know that she would not be coming here to bother him. With that, he stepped out of the driver’s seat and made his way over to Ethan’s door, opening it up but not making any gestures to bring him out. ”You can stay here as long as you need to…or, if you’d rather not I can take you home.”