He looked in the dresser at the other clothes and wondered if he got to keep them if he had to leave. Gunn had his old stuff but he only had two changes of clothes left now, the others had been ruined over the passed month and had been tossed by his foster parents. Right now, he was wearing a second hand shirt from the last house and it barely fit him, it kept sliding off his shoulder.

He looked at Holden curiously. If he got to stay here, how long would it be nice before he ruined it? He didn't want to ruin it. It looks so nice. Like Greendale.

Walking over to Gunn, he pulled on his trouser leg until he was leaning closer to him and then he whispered. Child whispered, not so subtly. "I have to tell you something."