Teddybear

Bobby hesitated. "Her boss...isn't kind," he said uncomfortably.

Bobby gave a little smile. There was a pause, then Queenie got up from where Bobby had almost forgotten she was sitting and moved to leave the room. To Bobby's ...

"You will," Bobby said, "He's...trustworthy. When he's older." He didn't know what else to say. Kazimir seemed to have cheered up, but there was a mix of emotions there. Bobby ...

Bobby nodded. "He walks a lot faster than I do."

Bobby nodded again. "A lot taller. He looks a lot like you, though. He gets along with people really well."

Bobby nodded quickly, his eyes widening slightly as he saw Kazimir's reaction. "It-it looked like an old injury," he assured, "probably just from an accident or something." He shifted a ...

Bobby bit his lip, trying to remember. "He was...about as old as you are now," he said slowly. "He...only had one eye."

Bobby shifted uncomfortably, anxiously, and gingerly placed the wallet in Kazimir's lap. "I...I saw him...older. On another world."

"I met him," he almost whispered, still puzzling over the photographs.

Bobby took the wallet, his brow furrowing. He stared for a long time, going through each picture with a deepening frown.

"You didn't," he said quietly. A pause. "You said your son's name is Bo?"

Bobby looked briefly panicked that attention was suddenly on him, but he calmed down rather quickly. He shrugged non-committally and shifted his gaze to the floor.

There was a long pause wherein Queenie didn't feel the need to say a word. The silence felt thick, almost comforting, and too much effort to break. In the quiet, ...

Queenie bit back a number of comments. A number of cruel, honest comments. She gave a lie in their stead. "He won't," she said with all the sincerity that could ...

"Don't trust your parents?" she asked bluntly. It ran the risk of pissing him off, but he didn't seem all that hot-tempered. Even if he did get angry, there wasn't ...