“I did it,” Wade mumbles, fingers digging into his forearm like they always do when his nerves start dancing.

He doesn’t mind dirty work, not 'cause he’s keen on being anyone’s errand boy, but 'cause there’s always something good at the end.

Sometimes it’s a greasy burger. Other times it’s a busted game console he can fix up and play until sunrise. Money? Not often, but it’s good, too. On real special days, when the boss ain’t too busy or too mad, he might even get a pat on the back. Maybe a hug, if the stars align.

He’s a simple soul with a soft heart, just waiting on someone to tell him he’s done good and that he’s a sweet boy. 'Cause he is, and he needs to hear it.