"... Safe as milk? What does that mean? Doesn't sound very reassuring." That was a dumbass saying if ever he'd heard one. Still, he rolled his eyes and held up his hands. "Let me go get him, if anyone else goes out there, he might freak out. I'll be back in five to get my cocoa." Paco got to his feet and stretched out, smiling at Hart a little. "Yeah, well, you're the only guy who'd help just cause, rich boy. You can afford to be selfless."
As he moved to the window, he did pause, giving him a sincere look because teasing aside, he was a good guy. "Thank you." And with that, he unlocked the door and leapt back out.
Five minutes later, the front doorbell rang and Paco waited outside, awkwardly balancing Barry's gangly form on his back and trying not to fall over himself.
Hart was already there, with Leonard in tow. The latter gave Paco a look and then stepped forward to relieve him off Barry, given the kid looked like he was about to collapse under him.
"I'll get him to one of the guest bedrooms."
"Can you call a doctor?"
"Of course. Street kid hospital, if your parents knew." Leonard rolled his eyes, but he carried Barry up the stairs and Hart watched them before turning to Paco.
"His parents are the reason Barry doesn't have any, you jerk. These rich assholes, they started this stuff." Paco snapped at Leonard angrily as he watched him take Barry from him. Barry was not conscious and his head fell forward into Leonard's neck, breathing slowly and softly. "Be careful with him!"
Paco frowned turned to Hart, looking at him apologetically. "Sorry, I didn't mean you. I just meant -- I just hate the way people talk to us. Like we don't matter. Barry isn't a street kid, that's why he like this. He's just alone and afraid."
And he hated people talking down to them like that.
"I'm sorry. I know and I'd not talk to you like that." Hart was fighting tears, but he knew that was thin-skinned. He couldn't afford that and he had to pay for his parents' mistakes as well as take responsibility for his own privilege. "Please don't be worried. Leonard grew up on the streets himself. He just always has to act tough. He'll be nice to Barry."
"He better be." Hart looked so wounded though, he knew that Hart felt hurt by every little thing, whether he waned to or not. Paco sighed and held out his hand to Hart, smiling the best he could. "I'm sorry, Hart. Really. It's not on you, you're a good person. Now come on, let's go share some cocoa and we'll work out where to go from here."
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As he moved to the window, he did pause, giving him a sincere look because teasing aside, he was a good guy. "Thank you." And with that, he unlocked the door and leapt back out.
Five minutes later, the front doorbell rang and Paco waited outside, awkwardly balancing Barry's gangly form on his back and trying not to fall over himself.
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"I'll get him to one of the guest bedrooms."
"Can you call a doctor?"
"Of course. Street kid hospital, if your parents knew." Leonard rolled his eyes, but he carried Barry up the stairs and Hart watched them before turning to Paco.
"...the hot chocolate is in the kitchen."
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Paco frowned turned to Hart, looking at him apologetically. "Sorry, I didn't mean you. I just meant -- I just hate the way people talk to us. Like we don't matter. Barry isn't a street kid, that's why he like this. He's just alone and afraid."
And he hated people talking down to them like that.
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