[His shoulders slump sympathetically, and he retrieves an apron and the longest pair of nitrile gloves the kitchen has before he reaches out for a handshake.]
You won't, dear boy. You won't. It was my mistake. And nobody will take you away here. Your friends will look after you.
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Date: 2013-08-11 12:01 am (UTC)You won't, dear boy. You won't. It was my mistake. And nobody will take you away here. Your friends will look after you.