"Guys, are we sure we should let him out? He's still healing," Max said, looking at the others. His eyes then wandered over to Alec sitting inside the trolley.
"I can hear you," Alec deadpanned, turning to look up at the brown-haired boy.
Max frowned. "Good, I hope you know I was against this with all my heart.”
"It's fine," Matt said. "He's hogging the trolley and we have Damian here in case he dies."
Max made a noise he didn't mean to make, and Amber sighed as she patted the younger boy’s head. "It's fine; nothing will happen to him. And it's good for him to get some fresh air and move around a little. Plus, we must restock the fridge and our drawers because they're empty."
They continued walking down the supermarket aisle, picking up the food they wanted and placing it around Alec.
