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Est was completely wasted now—his words slurred into nonsense, eyes barely staying open. His head lolled forward as the bartender gave him a wary glance, but Mark offered a tight-lipped smile, waving him off.

“He’s just had a bit too much. I’ll get him home,” Mark said smoothly, slipping an arm under Est’s and hoisting it over his shoulder. His other hand gripped tightly around Est’s waist, steadying the barely-conscious boy.

Est mumbled something incoherent, barely lifting his head before letting it fall against Mark’s shoulder.

“Yeah, yeah…” Mark muttered, guiding them out of the bar and into the cool night air.

The street was quieter now, shadows pooling in the corners of alleyways and under flickering lights. Mark didn’t hail a cab. He didn’t look around for help. He just kept walking, his grip on Est tightening with each step.

As they turned down a more secluded street, Mark glanced at the bracelet on Est’s wrist—the one William wore a matching pair of—and scoffed.

“Pathetic,” he hissed under his breath. “If William’s too soft to do it…”

He leaned his mouth close to Est’s ear, voice low and twisted.

“Then I will.”

Est groaned faintly, unaware, as Mark carried him further into the dark.

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