He didn't care who was around anymore. He didn't care about much of anything. He left his trunk on the floor, dragged his heavy feet over and slumped into his parents. They caught him readily, steadying him with a hand on either of his shoulders. One came to rest on his temple, swiping back and forth near his scar. Another pressed high on his nape, scratching gently into the shorter hair there. He could melt. He could fall asleep on his feet. He wanted to sink into that embrace and never resurface again. Safe and warm and protected in that little haven that were the arms of his parents. 