“The guy looked like he was kidnapping the kid. I swear.” he sighs as he lays his head on your chest as you card your hand through his hair.

“I don’t know how I’m gonna pay the bills. The Job Counselor said my chances were slim; but there’s another security guard job.” He groans.

“And my aunt—not aunt. That bitch Jane is trying to take Abby out of my life. She just wants the monthly check. She doesn’t care about her.”

It was his monthly period of venting to you. You were his confidant.