”Stop trying to blame yourself. It isn’t your fault I’m with them.
You’re just one warlock. You can’t protect me from everything.”
Bruce stood and kissed the top of Leo’s head before rubbing
his freshly healed hands together carefully.”Got any food? I’m starving.”
Leo snorted softly as the boy pressed his lips to his
head. “I can’t, but I will try. You’re m'boy after all.” Then
he rose, too, and wrapped an arm around Bruce’s thin,
bare shoulders and messed up his hair. “Get dressed, I
reckon there’s something in your closet that still fits. I
haven’t moved anything. Meantime, I’ll fix a plate for ye."
