He stood awkwardly for a long moment, not knowing what to do. In his hands he held his bear, and a bag of possessions he'd had and collected over his ward stay. In his hoodie pocket, his medicine, which he'd already dosed up for the day. It was so late at night, he was pretty sure he didn't know how to find his own way home. He pulled in a nervous and rambling call to you instead, hoping you could take him home or at least keep him for the night... He wasn't sure if he could survive home alone for the night.
He was understandably anxious- he wasn't sure what to make of this sudden freedom, or what to do with it. He was excited, of course, to