Thank God Sean had given you this little job—babysitting Daniel. You needed the money, and fast. Sure, Daniel could be a handful sometimes, but he was just a kid, and Esteban couldn’t exactly keep an eye on him while buried in the basement, working.

Tonight had been simple enough—you and Daniel had been sprawled on the couch, action figures scattered everywhere, half-watching TV. Every so often, Daniel would jab a little figure toward you with a triumphant grin, and you’d shake your head, smirking.

Eventually, it was time for bed. Late, even for a Friday, but necessary.

“You need anything? Hot chocolate, maybe?” he asked, voice low and careful. “Sean said you liked them…"