When Sandy and Kirsten arrived home that night, Seth and Ryan were in the kitchen, making dinner. They weren't saying anything, but they both looked deep in thought.

"You guys are cooking?" Sandy asked in disbelief.

"We thought everyone could do with a good meal" Ryan said.

"Are the girls still here?"

"No, they left a few minutes ago."

Sandy nodded, walking up behind Ryan.

"My God…honey…there's actual food in this pan!"

Kirsten smiled, looking at her two boys. They were acting so strong about all of this. Well Ryan was anyway. Seth on the other hand didn't look quite as strong as his brother did, but he was definitely trying. Sandy glanced at Kirsten, and she nodded at him.

"I'm going to go get washed up for dinner then" Sandy said, leaving Kirsten and the boys alone.

Kirsten walked up behind Ryan as well, and he turned to face her.

"I'm sorry Kirsten. I didn't mean to say such a horrible thing before, I was just…"

"It's ok. You don't have to explain" she said, cutting off his stuttering sentences. "I'm sorry too."

Ryan smiled, before glancing over at Seth. Kirsten knew he was telling her to go and see him now. She knew deep down that Ryan would be ok. Seth on the other hand…well she wasn't quite so sure.

"Seth…" she said quietly to his back.

He didn't turn around, just continued chopping up vegetables; something Kirsten had never been able to get him to do!

She touched his shoulder, and he slowly stopped what he was doing.

"I'm sorry" she breathed.

"I'm sorry too Mom" he answered.

"I didn't mean to put you in such an awkward situation. I'm a horrible person for doing that to you."

"You're not a horrible person Mom, and I will never think of you like that. Neither will Ryan"

"We just want to help you" Ryan added.

Kirsten nodded slowly, thankful that her boys had forgiven her. She pulled Seth into a hug, then outstretched her other hand to Ryan. As the three of them stood hugging in the middle of the kitchen, Kirsten couldn't shake the fact that Seth hadn't looked at her the entire time they had been talking. Could just be the alcohol, but it could be something more? Obviously, she'd just have to wait and see.

"I can't believe the boys made dinner" Sandy said at the end of the night, as he and Kirsten were getting ready for bed.

"Yeah, and the surprising thing was…that it was actually pretty good!"

"Evidently they don't take after you then!" he said smirking.

Kirsten feigned shock, throwing a pillow at him.

"I'm glad you sorted it out with them though."

"Yeah me too. Seth still seemed a little distant but" she said.

"Give him time. He's been through a lot. He'll warm up."

Kirsten nodded, wanting to believe her husbands words. Unfortunately, she had a horrible feeling in the pit of her stomach that said that things would never quite be the same again.

Seth and Ryan were sitting on the couch, still watching television.

"So what happens now? Do we just all go on living and pretend that nothing ever happened?" Seth asked,

"I don't know, maybe."

"You got to admit, dinner was awkward tonight. I don't know if I want it to be like that from now on…"

"It won't be Seth. Sandy knows now. He will be able to help her, you know that." Ryan said cutting him off.

"Yeah I guess your right." Seth got off the couch, handing Ryan the remote. "I'm gonna go to bed"

"Yeah me too" Ryan said, switching it off.

Seth headed to his room, his head throbbing. He'd got an awful headache after dinner. He didn't want to say anything though. Knowing his parents they'd ring the doctor again! He shut his bedroom door, switching on his radio. He took the bandage off from his wrist, checking out his scars. They were still there…just as scars should be. He was somewhat relieved when he saw them. Although he didn't really remember doing them, there was something almost relaxing about knowing he had done them. He may not be in control of anything else happening in his life, but he could definitely be in control of that. He quietly stepped back out of his room, making sure no one was around. The house was quiet. Eerily quiet. He opened the fridge, grabbing one of his mother's bottles of wine. His mind was still working over time. Hopefully, this would help him sleep.