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A Silent Song - 8. Growth

Warning: There's some graphic content here in the very first scene, though it's important for the story.

"Hey, Commander Holbrook!"

Bailey turned to the tech, a man named Jackson. The fellow grinned. "Petty Officer Crandall and I heard you last night at the club." He shook his head. "Damn, I had no idea!"

Bailey smiled. "Well, you'll be able to hear me anytime you want, if you buy a CD. My label and I are almost done with it. I'm going next week to produce it, finalize the payment plan for the fees, and then it'll be finished!"

"Man, that's exciting." The tech stepped around the edge of the big gas turbine. They were below deck, assigned to work on the massive chunk of machinery. It was shut down for maintenance and Bailey and Jackson's task was to ensure it was safe and ready to be put back into service. The men seamlessly moved from socializing to work.

Bailey's eyes flicked over the turbine. "I think we're about ready."

"Yep. Inspection looks good, and the system held pressure when we ran the compression test—no leaks. Let me know when you want me to feed the beast, sir." Jackson would turn it on with the electric start. That would begin the fuel spray and then the airflow, which, together, would be ignited. Pressure would build inside until fuel and air burned at a very high temperature and efficiency. This would then be converted to mechanical energy through a relatively simple system that connected the fuel combustion chamber to a physically linked piston-like rod.

Bailey checked it once more. Ultimately, it was his responsibility to make absolutely certain this machine was functional and tested. The turbine had been out of commission for a few weeks, and it always made him nervous when a chunk of metal and ceramic that big went from cold to screaming hot in a few minutes. He saw no mechanical flaws, and nothing visibly wrong. But that meant little. There was no way to know if there were any micro-cracks or weaknesses until the machine was in use. There was only one way to tell if it was going to work, and it was time for the real test. He straightened and took a step back away from the turbine. "Okay. Let's do it."

Jackson hit the starter. The partially exposed, ceramic-coated metal fins began to rotate, and they heard the rush of flame within the body of the big cylinder.

"Looks good!" Bailey grinned. He checked a gauge bank which gave him a readout of both internal pressure and rotations of the shaft. "PSI climbing, RPMs are where they should be."

Jackson nodded. "Vibration at a minimum." He grinned and looked up. "Purring like a kitten!"

Bailey smiled and began to respond.

This is where things got fuzzy. The next thing Bailey knew, he was on his back. A klaxon rotated to throw an oscillating light over the room, and there was a terrific pain in his neck. He lay blinking up at the ceiling of the small room. The floor under him begin to vibrate, and he knew the turbine must now be unbalanced. If he didn't do something fast, it'd tear itself apart, and sling hot metal through the bulkheads like a gigantic nail bomb. Vapor streamed into the space from the damaged casing of the wildly spinning turbine, then the stream of almost invisible gas caught fire. Now there was a nearly white-hot, six-foot-long blowtorch of flame above him.

It was eerily silent, and he felt pain in his ears. He realized that both of his eardrums must have ruptured.

Gritting his teeth, Bailey pushed himself up onto his hands and knees. The pain in his throat was incredible and warm liquid ran down his neck and then his chest. He saw the emergency shut-off through the haze, and he crawled under the gout of flame just above his back.

Bailey also saw a pair of boots as he crawled. Jackson. The man was unmoving, but the priority had to be cutting the flow of aerosolized gas to the turbine. Otherwise, the whole thing could explode and tear a hole through this section of the ship.

He coughed, and the coppery taste of blood filled his mouth. He was so disoriented and dizzy that he could barely crawl. But he made it to the shut-off. Pulling himself up the wall, Bailey slammed his palm against the button.

The flaming jet almost immediately cut off, and the machine began to wind down. And now that the majority of the danger was past, Bailey crawled over to Jackson.

A piece of one of the metal fins stuck out of his chest. Jackson's eyes were open, and he was still.

No. Bailey gritted his teeth, and he pulled himself to his feet. He was barely able to stand. Have to get help.

A man in a hazmat suit appeared at the entry to the room, and a small crew of similarly dressed people was behind him. Bailey saw them and pointed at Jackson. He tried to talk.

Another blinding pain hit him as his throat contracted. He had no idea if he had made any sound, but just trying to speak almost took him to his knees.

Reaching up, Bailey put his hand on his throat, his eyes widening as he felt a jagged piece of metal lodged there. Blood continued to run from the wound, and Bailey staggered on his feet.

Two people rushed in, grabbing him as he wobbled. He saw their mouths moving through the clear visors on their suits but couldn't hear a thing. Then the room filled with the disaster response crew.

Mercifully, that's where Bailey's memory ended. He woke from his short sleep.

Harlan's arms were still around him, and when Bailey shifted he turned his head. The man looked at him. His eyes were like calm, green pools, and as Bailey stared at him, he breathed through the after-effects of the dream and his relived memory.

Harlan put his face against Bailey's neck, stroking his hair, his slight stubble gently rubbing Bailey's scar. Harlan didn't say anything, he only held the taller man.

And at that moment, that's what Bailey needed.

♬♬♬

Huck still had his arm around Rayne. The boy wouldn't leave his side, and Huck knew that he would need to spend a lot of time repairing the damage he had done. He hadn't realized how badly he was hurting Rayne—not until he held his upset and lonely boy in his arms.

Now, he knew, and he'd never make that mistake again. He patted Rayne's shoulder. "Son, are you hungry?" The smell of cooking beef, onion, and now sour cream sauce combined with egg noodles was torturous. The whole, delicious mess bubbled on the gas burner, and Clay smiled down at the dutch oven he tended filled with beef stroganoff.

Rayne sat up and nodded. Dinner tonight had a few steps, so it took about forty-five minutes from start to finish. But that gave Huck time to sit with the group of men.

He watched as the tall, broad-shouldered officer, Joseph, leaned over and kissed Orson, the one-legged man, on the side of his face. Then Orson smiled and turned his head. The men shared a quick, affectionate kiss where they stood at the edge of the fire pit.

"Jeremy, did you take your meds?" Mason's voice bought Huck's head around. He watched as Jeremy grimaced from his spot at the end of the picnic table. A little sheaf of papers lay in front of him as he worked on something.

"Damn it, I forgot." He waved his hand. "I'll get them in a minute. I'm almost done with my proposal."

Mason shook his head. "No." He walked over behind Jeremy and put his hands on his shoulders. "Go get them, right now." He leaned down next to Jeremy's ear. "You take care of you first, then you can take care of the Raven Project." He gently shook Jeremy's shoulders. "You hear me?"

Jeremy sighed. "Yeah." He stood up and smiled at his tall boyfriend. He gave Mason a hug. "Thanks for taking care of me."

As Jeremy walked to his cabin, Huck couldn't help but smile. He remembered when he used to have these moments himself. Little, loving, gentle moments in time, shared between two people. They're so, so normal.

He wasn't sure what he had expected. He had never knowingly socialized with gay men. The gay jokes that flew around among the rough and tumble guys at his work made Huck think all gay men wore heels and lisped so much it was hard to understand them. Huck understood men like that existed. But none at the campground seemed to fit that description. Out of all of the guys, Jeremy was what Huck considered to be the most effeminate. Yet that did nothing to take away from his opinion of the small, bearded redhead. From what he knew, all of the men led socially conscious and forward-thinking lives.

They're doing more for people than my church is.

A small blonde boy approached the table. The young fellow sat on the other side of Rayne. His son noticed and straightened. "Hey, Elias." Rayne smiled at him and then turned to Huck. "Dad, this is Elias. He's my friend."

Leaning around Rayne, Huck stuck out his hand. "Hi, Elias. I'm Huck. It's nice to meet you." There was a strange intensity in the eyes of this young man, and he shook Huck's hand.

"Hi, Huck." Elias smiled. "Nice to meet you, too." Elias glanced at Rayne, then looked back to Huck. "Thanks for coming."

Huck set his jaw and nodded.

He watched as Rayne looked over and grinned. Then Rayne put an arm around both of their shoulders. "I'm really happy."

Huck gazed at Rayne. When's the last time he said that? He felt the sting of tears as his eyes watered and struggled to hold them in. "Ah, I'm glad, son." He cleared his throat.

Elias leaned forward a little to look knowingly at Huck with a small smile on his lips. Huck saw and laughed. He gave up and wiped at his eyes. "Ah. Must have something in my eye."

Elias' smile grew, but he said nothing. Instead, he slipped his arm around Rayne's waist and quietly sat there in his spot.

"Oh my god. You're out with the rest of us?" Greg walked over next to Elias. He grinned good-naturedly down at him. "What brought you out of the Clay Cab—" he stopped mid-sentence when he noticed that the boys had their arms around one another.

Huck saw how Rayne flushed red, and then the worried glance at him. But Elias only shrugged. "This is more important right now."

This boy likes Rayne. The thought filtered through Huck's mind, and he mulled it over. And, from the way my son is squirming, pretty sure that's mutual.

Huck looked at Rayne as his son bit his lip. Huck felt the moment come—that chance he had to let his son know how he felt about his sexuality. Do what feels right. What feels right? Huck swallowed and nodded. "Well, I'm glad you think my son is important, Elias." Huck stared into Rayne's eyes. "I think he's pretty important too."

Rayne blinked. It wasn't precisely permission or acceptance. It would take a while for Huck to get there. But they could all see he was trying. Rayne smiled and laid his head on Huck's shoulder. "I love you, Dad."

Closing his eyes, Huck sighed. "I love you too, son."

He took a deep, cleansing breath and searched his heart. God, I hope this is what you want from me. He squeezed his son a little tighter. Because I don't think I can do anything else. If that means that I'm a bad Christian, then I guess that's the price I'll pay.

"Wow." Rayne chuckled, interrupting Huck's thoughts. "I ah," he looked back and forth between his dad and Elias, "I never thought I'd get to sit with both of you." Rayne's face was a study of wonder. "I prayed for this." He looked at Huck. "I prayed for this, this exact thing."

A deep sense of realization settled in Huck's chest. There's your answer. Huck smiled. "I— I'm glad, son." As Clay began to serve up bowls of creamy and meaty beef stroganoff, Huck leaned his head against Rayne. "I'm so glad."

♬♬♬

Harlan's stomach growled. Bailey still lay on top of him, and Harlan's hands rested easily on the small of his back. The black-haired man raised his head to grin.

"Hungry?" Harlan smiled. "You already know that I am."

Bailey nodded, though he didn't move. He looked over Harlan's face, then tentatively leaned in for a kiss.

To Harlan, kissing was used as a way to get a guy interested in sex. It was sort of the price of admission to better things. But now, he found himself enjoying the act itself with Bailey. His hand came up, resting on the back of Bailey's neck as the men kissed.

Finally, Bailey drew back a little. He again looked thoroughly over Harlan's features. Harlan gazed at his stunning blue eyes. Wow. What the fuck is this guy doing here with me? Harlan kept his face neutral only through a huge act of will. He's not with you. He's in your bed, but that's it. You're just a bit of fun for a handsome guy like him.

Bailey blinked then pushed himself up. "You ok?"

Harlan was surprised. Bailey could see the doubt on his face, even though he'd tried hard to keep it secret. He let out a big breath. "Ah. Yeah. Sure." He sat up.

Bailey cocked his head then shook it. "No. You tell me." He used simple signs, ones Harlan had already reviewed during his bit of study.

Unused to admitting weakness of any kind, Harlan despised his doubt. Still, there was something about Bailey that disarmed him. Something made him want to be truthful and completely honest with him.

Harlan's eyes shifted as he thought of what to say. "I uh ..." He glanced at Bailey, then looked down at his hands that lay in his lap. "I guess I'm wondering why you let this happen. Why you'd let this happen with a guy like me."

Bailey sat back. He folded his legs, Indian-style under himself. He frowned. "I like you." Then he grimaced, and Bailey held up a finger. He started to pull out his phone from his jeans, which were on the floor next to the bed.

Harlan gently intercepted Bailey's wrist. "You don't need the phone. I understood." Harlan laughed. "I ah, I learned how to sign that." He swallowed, as he gazed into Bailey's eyes. "Just in case I ever worked up the nerve to say it."

Bailey grinned. "You like me?"

Harlan shook his head with a smile. "Damn it, I just said so." He looked fondly at Bailey "Yeah. I like you, Bailey."

"Good," Bailey signed, then his stomach gurgled angrily. He made a face and put his hand over his belly.

Laughing, Harlan stood next to the bed and reached down. "Come on."

Bailey looked up at him with a smile, then reached and gripped Harlan's hand.

Hauling him up off of the bed, Harlan stood close. He couldn't help himself and put his arms back around Bailey, then hugged the man close. He and Bailey stood there, skin on skin, sharing their warmth.

"Damn, I really do like you," Harlan murmured, his face against Bailey's neck, his tone tinged with wonder. Harlan didn't even realize that he'd spoken out loud. But he wouldn't have taken it back, not even if he could.

♬♬♬

Greg's eyes roamed over the group of campers as they ate their meal. He had already eaten a small bowl of the great dinner they had prepared, and he'd have more later. But for now, he wanted to be available to help with anything anybody needed while Clay and Mason ate.

He stood behind the kitchen counter and gave his bowl a quick rinse. Greg raised his gaze as Bailey and Harlan strolled past. "Hey, guys." He jerked his head toward the dutch oven on the stove. "There's plenty of beef stroganoff left if you're interested."

Harlan quickly took a few steps to the donation jar and dropped $10 into it. Then he turned to Bailey and signed at him.

Bailey threw his head back and laughed. Though no sound came from him, it was still apparent that was what he was doing.

Much to Greg's surprise, Harlan was grinning at Bailey. Whoa. When is the last time I saw Harlan crack a smile? Greg's eyes narrowed in suspicion at the two men, though he also smiled, a little confused. He watched how Bailey smirked at Harlan, and at how Harlan stayed as close as he could to him without actually touching. What is—oh. Ohhhh!

Greg got a couple of bowls and set them out on the kitchen counter where they could reach them. He scooped a big, steaming amount into each bowl, then sprinkled a little fresh, chopped dill on top of each dish. "It's ready, guys."

Bailey got his bowl and playfully bumped Harlan with his shoulder as the shorter man moved by. Harlan snickered and picked up his own bowl. As he turned to find a seat by Bailey, Greg leaned over. "Hey."

Harlan turned and looked at Greg, a little confused by the conspiratorial whisper. "Uh, yeah?"

Greg waggled his eyebrows. "You know you and Bailey smell like a teenage boy's bedroom, right?"

Harlan's jaw dropped, "We—" he swallowed, "do we?" Then he saw the grin on Greg's face. He narrowed his eyes. "You bastard." He shook his head, realizing that he'd been had. He turned away. Just before he did, Greg caught the smirk on Harlan's face.

Harlan sat next to Bailey, shooting one more look at Greg. Greg grinned, and he got himself another small bowl of dinner.

He stood and ate his food while looking over his campers.

Rayne had an arm around Huck's shoulders, while Elias leaned into Rayne on his other side. Joseph and Orson sat across from Elias, and the two men looked as if they'd burst with their love for the young man. Clay had a spot on the other side of Huck, and Greg caught a few words here and there as the men talked about the trials of raising a gay son.

Orlando finally came back out to socialize. Why he'd stopped, Greg wasn't sure. Regardless, the handsome man was back. He was smiley and talkative with a fellow who was passing through the area and needed a cheap place to spend the weekend. Greg was reasonably sure how that would end.

Mason stood behind Jeremy, smiling as he massaged the redhead's shoulders and neck. If Greg was reading them right, they'd be leaving the table soon to enjoy more intimate time together in their cabin.

Greg took them all in. This. Right here. He smiled to himself and nodded slowly. This is why I started this place. This is why. Greg knew that it couldn't always be this way. But everyone was, for the moment, content. Everyone was taken care of. They all had a place to be, and reason to be there.

What a great night.

♬♬♬

Orson was tired, but he tingled with feel-good emotions. They had spent a fantastic evening with all of their campers. Dinner was great, and everyone seemed happy—even the typically stoic Harlan.

Sitting on the edge of their bed, Joseph pulled off his shoes. Orson, too, got ready for sleep. Unbuckling his jeans, he let them fall down to the floor. Then he sat on the bed and took them off. Next, he unfastened his prosthetic leg. He sighed, relieved to be free of the weight. Though it enabled him to live a relatively normal sort of life, it was still not his own body. Orson was always glad to be free of it.

"Orson? Joseph?" The couple looked over at Elias. The boy stood next to the half partition which served as a visual delineation of the "bedroom". Though it wasn't closed completely, and the small building lacked privacy, Elias was very conscious of the men's need for space. Their relationship as guardian and ward was a dream come true for Orson.

"Yeah? What's up, Elias?" Orson slipped under the blanket and patted the bed. "Come on."

Elias wore his t-shirt and his boxers. In Orson's mind, he was still a kid, but Elias now approached seventeen years old. And he was finally starting to grow into his age. He was still small, but his frame had begun to fill out, though Orson was pretty sure he'd never be much taller than his current 5'5".

Entering, Elias crawled onto the bed. He sat in the middle, between Joseph and Orson. Both of the guys smiled affectionately at him. "What's going on?" Joseph asked and put a big, warm hand on Elias' shoulder. "You all right?"

Elias nodded and smiled. "I wanted to ask you guys something." Orson watched Elias' face. The young man seemed nervous.

"Okay. Go ahead." Orson leaned forward and put a hand on Elias' back.

Elias nodded. "Well, I was wondering if it'd be okay for me to rent my own cabin." He shrugged. "I wanted to ask you guys first before I bring it up with Greg and Clay. But I thought that I could pay to have one built. One where I could work on my projects, have my own space, and still live on the campground." He looked tentatively at the men, trying to judge their reactions.

Initially, they had planned to purchase a studio space for Elias on the property next door. But Clay and Greg ended up needing the little building originally slated for the studio. Elias had later confessed to Orson that he was relieved. He wanted a studio but didn't want to move from the campground, not even to the lot next door.

"Elias, are you sure?" Orson rubbed his back. "I mean, that's your money, and you certainly have enough to do it. But ..." Orson frowned at what he was about to say. Swallowing, he shook his head at himself. "Sorry. I'm being selfish." He smiled, then nodded. "I think if this is what you want, then you should bring it up with Clay and Greg."

Elias frowned. "What were you going to say? I want to know."

Orson sighed. "Ah, I was just going to say that I'd miss you."

All three were quiet for a beat, then Joseph nodded. "We'd both miss you." The handsome cop put his hand on Orson's back. "But you'll be right here on the campground." Orson knew Joseph said that as much for him as he did for Elias. "And if you feel like it's time, then Orson will support you, right?"

Orson took a breath and nodded. "Of course. Yeah. Absolutely."

The boy grinned. "Okay." He leaned forward and hugged Orson, then Joseph. "Thanks. I'll talk to Greg and Clay tomorrow."

Elias jumped up and stepped toward the futon, where he spent his nights. He stopped and spun in place to face them again. Elias' eyes were filled with his gratitude. "I love you guys."

Orson felt as if he'd been hit with a hammer. Elias had never said that before. They knew, but he'd never uttered it. To give Elias the emotional space to grow, Orson had studiously avoided saying those words to him until Elias was ready to accept it.

Joseph cleared his throat. "We love you too, Elias."

Orson nodded. "We do." His voice was rough, but he held it as steady as he could.

Elias smiled and disappeared into the other room. Staring at the empty spot where he'd just been, a tear streaked down Orson's blank, expressionless face.

"Hey," Joseph whispered and put a hand on Orson's back. "Hey, it's okay." Turning, Orson put his arms around Joseph. The blonde man lay back with him. "Shhh. It's okay." His hands stroked up and down Orson's back and his head.

"He doesn't need me." Orson's voice was low, and he curled into Joseph. "He, he doesn't need me anymore."

"Shhh." Joseph smiled as he held Orson. "It's okay. It means you did a good job." His deep voice whispered sweetly to his lover. "You've done so good, Orson."

Orson knew it was true. When Elias had first come to him, he was emotionally damaged—almost beyond what he could possibly hope to save. Orson and Joseph had woken up many nights to the skinny little boy crawling into bed with them because of his nightmares. But now their young man was asking for his own cabin.

Intellectually, Orson knew this amounted to a success. The logical part of his mind screamed in joy at this fantastic step Elias was trying to take. Yet the emotional part of him mourned.

Joseph understood that. He held Orson against his warm chest until he finally went to sleep.

Already at chapter eight. Jeez. This one seems to really be moving along.
Other than Bailey's dream/memory, this is another relatively feel good chapter.
I hope you enjoyed it. Thank you for reading, and let me know what you think!
Copyright © 2020 Wayne Gray; All Rights Reserved.
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5 hours ago, Quixo said:

It was good to have Bailey's backstory.  It had to be something very traumatic to hurt him so deeply. 

Well, we knew it wasn’t going to be a Trainwreck or Silverwolf crossover!
;–)

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9 hours ago, chris191070 said:

Apart from the dream scene this was a really feel good chapter. The dream scene was important in how Bailey was injured. Great recap of all the main characters and couples around the campfire whilst they had supper. I love that Elias is ready to move to his own cabin

Thanks, chris.

Important, but not exactly a good time. That's the dream, really.

Elias is trying to be his own man, and that's a big move in the lives of Orson, Joseph and Elias too. It's a good thing.

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9 hours ago, frosenblum said:

Great chapter. Sweet but not treacly, which takes a lot of skill to do. Kudos.

Fred

Thanks, Fred.

Yeah, I don't like sickly sweet scenes and stories. I work to avoid them in my own writing, even though I like showing emotion. I try to keep the writing real. I want it to feel that way. I'm glad I pulled it off. 🙂

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8 hours ago, Quixo said:

Another lovely chapter.  Lovely to see all of the relationships develop and grow and thrive.  Several folks unsure of their paths, but willing to do it because they have someone they can trust by their sides.  Many people are still broken (aren't we all, ) and not all have started mending, but I'm excited to be following the story to see them do it.
It was good to have Bailey's backstory.  It had to be something very traumatic to hurt him so deeply.  It had to be told and there was no easier or softer way to tell it.

Thanks continually.

Thanks, Quixo.

This is a good point in time for all of our campers. Greg had it right: each was content and exactly where they needed to be when they needed to be there. It's a rarity in our world to see such a thing, and he enjoyed it. Those broken bits you mentioned are slowly filling in, thanks to those allowed in. There's something magical in that.

Bailey has really suffered - physically and mentally both. He's had a couple of years to recover, but an experience like that doesn't ever really leave you. Harlan's giving him something he needs.

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6 hours ago, Rupert said:

Great chapter, again. Made me cry.

Awww. Thanks, Rupert. There were a few emotional bits in this one. I'm glad it touched you.

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Yes a really "feel-good" chapter for all even with Bailey's flash back which was helpful in the his character development as well as showing his emotional scars/nightmares.

Excellent Wayne, thank you!! 

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It's great to see that things can work out and some small measure of happiness can brighten so many lives.

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19 minutes ago, Daddydavek said:

It's great to see that things can work out and some small measure of happiness can brighten so many lives.

Thanks, Dave.

This chapter was a nice one, I think. No drama really, just quiet, happy moments. Sure, Orson has some adjusting ... but that'll come.

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we finally know about Bailey’s accident 👍

excellent chapter again 👍

sounds like a fairy tale « once upon a great night with a huge beef stroganoff... » 😆

lol didn’t realize that the story took place so long after « Camp Refuge »

hmmm may be Elias’s cabin will be built with Bailey as supervisor ? 😬

 

 

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I hate that Bailey went through what he did when he lost his voice, but I think Harlan will help him through it all. Orson feels like he has lost his baby when Elias asked for his own cabin. He knows he is growing up but all parents, even the ones that are not their parents but raised them, all want their babies to stay babies.

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The dream sequence was chilling, but had to be done if we were to ever know how Bailey lost his voice.  I loved the rest of the chapter, and got a good laugh from Greg baiting Harlan.  Orson and Joseph are going to have to let Elias go to continue growing.  It will be hard on Orson, but I expect that he and Joseph will continue to mentor new kids from the Raven Project.  I wonder how long it will be until Rayne moves in with Elias.

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Lets see Elias sees that things are a lot better between Rayne and Huck followed by Elias wanting his own cabin coincidence?🤔 Yeah sure.

Like @mollyhousemouse I also loved the line

This is why I started this place. This is why. Greg knew that it couldn't always be this way. But everyone was, for the moment, content. Everyone was taken care of. They all had a place to be, and reason to be there.

The only thing you could have added to that was Greg discreetly taking a picture of that

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