Walden turned to look at Rabastan crying on the couch, scowling to himself. "Stop it," he said. "You think he really knows my dad? If he does, I'm fucked."
He sat beside Rabastan, reaching out and putting a hand on his back, feeling awkward. "I hate perverts like that. It's fucked up, what he does. But I'm going to protect you."
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