Someone was talking. Someone, somewhere. It was coming from far off.
Kyle slowly realized it was Hope, trying awkwardly to convey her condolences as they walked down the hallway.
The only thing Kyle could do was keep shuffling forward, staring off into space.
"Um, are you hungry?" Hope asked? Kyle didn't respond.
"Hey, you should talk about how you're feeling." Again, Kyle didn't speak.
They were heading back out to the common area. Kyle could see all the children and hear the noise of all their activity, but again it was all muted as if it were coming from far off.
This time Hope grabbed onto his arm. "Not this way, let's go somewhere else."
Kyle again did not react, until he felt Hope's juicy boob flesh press into his arm. That woke him right up. He felt his cock surge to life. Immediately brought back to reality, he looked down quickly and saw the expected tentpole starting to form in his pants.
Hope had started pulling him down yet another unpopulated hallway, and so he went with it. He got a couple of steps in front of her and hoped she didn't see his hard-on forming.
A quick sideways glance told him that he had again failed. She wasn't looking at him, but she had clearly just been looking at his crotch, and he saw her shaking her head with a resigned smile on her face.
"Um, sure. Um, w-where are we going?" He hated himself for how querulous his voice sounded just then.
He could tell Hope was trying not to laugh. "We're just going to a place I like to visit when I have a lot on my mind." Then she moved in front of him to lead the way, pointedly not looking at him or his crotch.
Kyle was disgusted by himself. He had just found out his parents were dead. What kind of person goes and gets worked up over boobs at a time like this? He was an awful son.
Actually, he guessed he was no one's son right now.
Then his hard-on was completely gone.