"Okay."

Once Tyler is gone, Lucas finishes drying off his body and hair with the towel and gets into the shirt and sweatpants.

He looks at himself in the mirror, running a hand through his messy dried hair and trying not to think too much about how he liked it when Mom brushed it.

He sniffles a bit and wipes his eyes but that's it for now. He's pretty tired from crying before. There's only so much a body can do in such a short amount of time.