After we'd finished packing the clothes, which had taken us a total of an hour and a half, he suggested that we start packing his other necessities such as his toothbrush, towels and large boxes of candy that he'd been gifted by his aunt. 

"Juno, can you put this in that bag over there?" he requested, waving a purple toothbrush in the air. "Catch."

After having caught it midair and feeling like the most athletic person on the planet, I placed it in his suitcase. 

"Hey, since you told me about your family," he started. "Would you mind if I told you a little more about my family? I think I trust you enough now."

"You don't owe me a traumatic backstory just because I've given you mine," I laughed. Dad was right. I had never laughed this much around another person before. I found myself feeling a lot of emotions around Warren and barely any around other people. I was unsure as to whether this was a good thing or not. 

"No, I want to tell you." 

He glanced at his wristwatch before setting the rest of his folded towels into the last suitcase and zipping it up. 

"We're done," he cheered. "I have about another ten hours to catch my train. About that tattoo.."

"Are we going to get it now?" I questioned, excited at the thought of getting my first tattoo. 

"If you're up for it then sure," he shrugged. "I'll drive us there. I can tell you about my family on our ride there."

"Where are we going to get it done?"

"I know this girl, her works are insane," he spoke. "I got most of my tattoos done by her. This piercing too."

"Okay then, let's go."

He beamed at me in satisfaction before stepping out of his room, with me following close behind like a lost dog, and an actual dog following me. Bruno raced us down the stairs and this warranted a chuckle from Warren, "Easy, girl. We're the ones getting the tattoos." 

He disappeared into another room before reappearing, car keys in hand, "Aunty, Juno and I will be back in a bit!" He didn't wait for her to answer. He simply slipped out through the front door after gesturing for me to follow him. He unlocked his car after shutting the front door and the two of us took our places inside. 

"It's so warm in here," he complained. "Do you want me to switch the AC on?"

"Yes please," I requested and let a sigh of relief as he switched it on and turned the fan so it was facing me. As he started the car and pulled out of the parking lot, I couldn't help but admire his features. He looked so admirable with his hands on the steering wheel, gaze straight ahead. I wished that I could drive, but my autism deemed me 'unworthy'. I knew a fair deal of people who were still allowed to drive despite having autism so this made me feel a little out of place if anything. 

"You remember when you asked about that tattoo?" Warren inquired when we were on the road. I responded with a hum. "The semicolon resembles suicide awareness. Particularly, someone who's survived an attempt."

"Have you survived a suicide attempt?"

He cracked a smile at this, "No, not me. My brother, Devin."

This rendered me speechless for a second. 

"He did it because he couldn't live with his autism. He was hospitalized for a bit, slipped into a coma. When he got back home, he seemed happy. Killed himself a month later. Succeeded this time."

I wanted to comfort him but I didn't know how. I wanted to wrap my arms around him and tell him it would be okay but I couldn't bring myself to. Mostly because he was driving. 

I wondered how many times people had told him that it would be okay. This is what I was told whenever I would open up to people about my mother's passing. Instead, I muttered pathetically, "I'm sorry."

I could empathize with Devin. I've wanted to get rid of myself too because I was told I couldn't get rid of my autism. I decided to change the subject because of how tense the air around us was getting, "Warren, what do you work as?"

"Me?" he chuckled. "I work as a receptionist at a hospital. Pays well. Sometimes I help out my friend at his cafe, I'll get you some free stuff sometime."

I smiled at him and looked down at his hand that was now on the gearshift, letting myself get distracted by his tattoos once again. 

"We're here," he announced, parking in front of a small store in a fairly deserted area. "You ready?" 

"Ready as I'll ever be."