Oswald had never seen himself as father figure, but he supposed it made sense. He loved fiercely, his weakness as Edward had said, and he'd never had a father of his own.

So when a local kid from the neighboring apartments started hanging around the Iceberg Lounge, Oswald had taken a liking to them. They were quiet, respectful, and clung to Oswald. Like a little duckling that had imprinted on him, viewing him as the sole person they could trust.

So when they showed up bruised and bawling, begging to go home with him that night, Oswald was at a loss.