He winced at that because he knew he'd take a bullet for Arthur too. He probably would have before, and he knew that now he definitely would. Arthur wasn't his after all. "You're my boy, and I'm asking you to not take a bullet for me," he whispered, but he leaned in, kissing him softly. "And of course I would have. I don't want you following in my footsteps," he said, trying to make light of it.
"Was I? I worried I was hovering," he muttered. "And then I had to go and... I almost got myself beaten down over it too," he admitted. "You're welcome. You're my friend, and my boy, of course I had to."
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"Was I? I worried I was hovering," he muttered. "And then I had to go and... I almost got myself beaten down over it too," he admitted. "You're welcome. You're my friend, and my boy, of course I had to."