Share The Blankets Like Brothers

Jude.

Halfway into the drive, I turn to look at Cain who hasn't said a single word ever since then to ask if he'd like to take a break or have lunch now. I find him sleeping, his head hanging in the most uncomfortable way and his lips halfway closed. How can he sleep that way? I stop the car by a deserted park and undo my seatbelt as well as his. I manage to get him to the back of the van and lay him on a blanket while using some of my books as a pillow for him. I cover him up with another blanket and close his lips properly but I tend to linger a bit more, waiting back to adore his facial features. He's cuter when he's asleep and has his mouth this way_ without questions or daring statements coming out of it. He stirs just when I'm about to leave and my phone beeps, notifying me of a new message. I take it out and check it. As expected, it's no other than Mandelson.

WHAT'RE YOU GOING TO DO ABOUT THE RING? STOP PLAYING GAMES WITH ME AND COME CLEAN.

Come clean? How has it involved co