105: your words are perfect

Harry slouched on the sofa, thinking about what his mother had said to him. He felt constricted in his chest and useless because he couldn't do anything to help her. He had been so carried away, trying to get dirts on Robert and seek his father's validation, not knowing his mother was facing a problem and would probably need his help. All these while, he had had misplaced priorities and had forgotten to pay attention to the one person who had risked her lives countless times when they were in the house of that sick abuser to save him. He was angry. He balled his fist and wanted to release the anger by punching the wall and then he remembered the form of help she wanted, she wanted him to take good care of Bryan and so he took a deep breath and walked into Bryan's room, knowing that she would be happy to know that Bryan was taken good care of.

He knocked at door twice, no response. He knew Bryan was in there. Maybe he had his headset strapped in his ears that's why he couldn't hear hi