Odd coincidences, dreams of Angel...

...and he misses me.

I hate his parents.

I'm a bit buzzed on nyQuill already but my nose is still stopped up and my throat still hurts. I'm going to take a second dose then head to bed.

I talked to Hida briefly - this is good.

Talked to Alex a bit more than briefly - this is also good.

Caleb is in bed, curled up... I'll snuggle up to him, try to be able to breathe, and pray for sleep.

Angel...

*sighs*

...Kadin isn't doing well. He's miserable up there, he NEEDS to come down here. Needs. Not wants, not would kinda like it, but needs. Here is the only place he's going to get what he is craving, here is the only place he'll be free to learn who he is, what he wants, to explore himself.

He can get a good job here. Have a good life. He'd be happy working at Stream, he'd be content working for SnowTygrrr, he'd even be satisfied at temp jobs or working fast-food, just to be away from there. He'd be safe.

Treasured.

Loved.

He wouldn't have to worry about what his parents would do next... psychobastards. I hate them. Despise them. They are destroying him, ruining his life, and they don't seem to care. *sighs*

I want my boy back.