good and stupid

Upon his return to the living room, he finds Yuji with his cheek pressed into the soft fabric of the couch, snoring quietly. A thin sheen of sweat adorns his body, littered about with splotches of dirt and grime. Fresh new scrapes cover his knees, surrounding the previous scabbed over injuries.

What a klutz. Wasuke briefly wonders how the other boy manages to deal with all of his grandson's energy. He hopes the boy's parents don't think too poorly of Yuji if their son had also come back a mess. He had always meant well, with a heart full of love and an endless stream of kindness to give.