We began moving again, despite all of our losses. I am glad that the snow has lightened up. Lawrence seems quite a bit happier. He was doing everything like he normally was. It was much better than what he had begun doing.

  "Lawrence looks better," Angelo commented, coming beside me as we moved.

  "Trust me, I know. I'm proud of him to be honest. It is very hard to come from a place like that and become normal again," I muttered.

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  "You should go and tell him that. I'm sure he would be happy to hear it from you. He likes you better than me," Angelo said.

  I shook my head, "He likes you."

  "Yes, but he likes you more. Understand?" he informed me.

  I nodded and fell back to Lawrence, "Lawrence. I need to talk to you."

  "About what? Do you want to make me depressed again?" he questioned.

  I shook my head, "Of course not. I want you to know that I'm happy for you. You were able to come back from the brink."

  "Thank you," he muttered.

  That was the end of it.