Suski fiddled with a small stick at her feet. "I know. I just don't want him to get hurt. I could never live through that." She glanced up at him. "He looks up to you, you know. As hard as he tries to hide it, I can see it." She smiled slightly and looked away.
"And I don't want him to get hurt." Destoe said " when he bumped into me that day..." Destoe paused "I couldn't help but think of my son."