"Do you not want me in here?" Kayen asked, seeming a bit surprised - as if he didn't even think the idea was possible.

"Hm?" Domino turned and looked at Kayen with his blank face and cold eyes. "I'm sorry, I thought you'd voiced a concern about being locked in here with my boring...self."

"I said your room was boring, not you," Kayen said, frowning now. "You totally misunderstood me. But that's okay... it happens."

He got up and moved across the room, pressing himself against the other's chest as he wrapped his arms around his shoulders.

"I could never think you're boring," Kayen whispered. "You're the only thing I have to care about in this place..."

"You once said- I was the one thing to keep you sane." Domino wrapped his arms around Kayen gently- his long sleeves twisting around the boy like strands of white ribbon- moving on their own as though they were alive. "Have I failed then? I know I have...I'm sorry."

He kissed Kayen's forehead.

"I would have liked to have kept you that way, but I'll have you however I can...if your permitting." Domino said- his tone softening a little.

"Even I can only stay so sane in a place like this," Kayen mumbled, burring his face into Domino's shoulder. "But... I'm okay with everything, so long as I have you to hold me like this."

"...It's hard holding you when I can't touch you." Domino said- he almost sounded sad.

"I know," Kayen whispered. "I'll find away to fix it, Domino... I promise."

"You don't need to be fixed Kayen." Domino sighed. "Don't ever let them convince you otherwise."

"Maybe you don't think so..." Kayen mumbled. "But I do..."

He closed his eyes and dropped his head back against Domino's shoulder, tightening his hold a little more.

--

Nights were always boring in The Facility. Most of the children didn't sleep - there were too many noises, even though no one was making any. Too many thoughts around, bouncing between the walls.

A door slid open and the boy hovering above the floor turned to look, smiling politely at the person that approached.

"Hello, Luda," The doctor greeted in a friendly voice... he was always friendly. Full of sweet thoughts and a niceness that couldn't be faked. "Who is your friend?"

A few moments of silence passed, before the floating boy leaned into the young man on the bed, whispering, "Dolly says he can't see me and that he's testing you."

That was a bit of a disappointment as Luda had been hoping that maybe the doctor could really see the floating boy in his room just as clearly as he did. That only confirmed the steady slip of Luda's sanity, which was already at its absolute limit in this place to begin with. He pulled his hands out from behind his head and sat up- staring at the doctor coldly.

"I'm alone." He stated flatly- something that really meant more than just the absence of others in his room.

"Then who is this?" The doctor asked as he motioned to a stuffed doll that was sitting on the edge of the bed - where he had seen the floating boy place it only moments before. "I haven't seen her before."

He moved over to the computer and began to read the scans idly, checking to make sure the readings were still the same.

"Why don't you ask her yourself?" Luda offered. "She's not much of a conversationalist."

"That's too bad," The doctor informed as he closed off the computer and turned back to Luda. "Maybe today your father will let you visit your little brother, hm? I'm sure he would love the company."

"That's not my brother in there!" Luda hissed. "Get out! I'm tired."

He laid back down with a huff- the shifting of the bed causing the doll to fall back and lay out on the mattress just as he was.

The doctor frowned and gathered up his clip board. "Alright... good night, Luda."

With that, he pulled the door closed, leaving the boy by himself.

"Dolly says he is your brother," The floating boy informed, scooping up the stuffed toy and moving to hover over Luda's head.

"It isn't...it isn't even human." Luda replied coldly. "I thought you were here to keep me composed...aren't you?"

He cracked open one of his eyes to look up at the hovering boy that only he could see.