You turned to leave, and you were done with his attitude. You weren't going to stay and handle whatever Dirtyhands wanted from you.

But you couldn't leave.

He had seized your hand.

"Stay," he spoke. His voice was trembling. "I'm sorry."

Wow, he actually said sorry?

"I'm not...a violent boy. I don't know why I bite." Kaz quivered, his grip on you tightening as you felt the leather of his black gloves.

He needed you. He needed someone.