"No, you really can't. You had to pay Barry fifty bucks to get you here and that kid? He doesn't like you. So I'm willing to bet on the way back, he gave your exact location to the other kids. They're going to jump you before you even reach the ground. Not that you have anything left to steal but it looks like you do, flashing that kind of money around." Paco pulled away from him and as he did, he held up Hartley's watch with one hand and his wallet with the other. "You're an easy target and an easy fool. You can't take care of yourself at all. You're going to get your ass kicked. A lot. If you can't handle street kids, you can't handle this."
"I can run fast. Also, I can take a beating, if I have to." He hadn't exactly been sheltered and safe all his life, although he could understand why Paco assumed differently. "I don't want to get you into trouble, you are right. I was selfish to ask."
"You can take a beating. Great. Good plan, I'm sure your hired help will love you coming home like that." Rolling his eyes, Paco grabbed his beanie from the side and pulled it on, just to keep his ears warm and then gestured to the window. "Come on, rich boy, I'm walking you home."
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