He listened the soft breaths emitted behind him, the air slightly puffing against his shoulder blades.
He felt bad for the kid; this wasn't fitting life for anyone, let alone growing teen. The kid would have needed good, balanced diet, or at least full stomach in regular basis, not few bites of food here and there. Surely he didn't need running around in paranoid fear of being caught.
At least the research institute had been warm, if his memory of the place served right. Kid was already sleeping fully clothed; shivering between heat emitting from the back of the older male and hot water ducks running behind the thin wall that warmed the small waste space left between building floors. And the winter was yet to come.
Sure, male himself had hated lab with all his heart and soul, and sure the kid had run away just like he had; on his own regard after they had stumbled upon each other, but he had been adult male, and this kid…
Well, kid was in middle of growing, and for what he remembered of his own maturation it was going to be fast.
Kid would need good food and warm place.
What would they do if kid got sick? They couldn't just march in any medicare without papers. Or money at that.
He pushed his head deeper into the pillow.
He had never before encountered any other of his kind. Of course it wasn't any real wonder; they have been created in bizarre genetic mutilation after all. Yet his basic instincts told him that taking care of the younger was his responsibility as the same instincts had told both of them that they were of the same. And that he was leader, not only justified by his size and strength, but also by his superior experience.
He turned restlessly again, rubbing his rough chin into the pillow.
The kid held his head against the back of the older male's shoulder, and he could feel kid's hands resting against his back between their bodies.
He should send the kid back to institute.
Sure he himself had hated of being locked inside, but during the dark night hours he was painfully afraid that maybe he was just looking for an excuse to keep the kid with him, ignoring the benefits the institute had to offer.
For he knew very well how it'd go; at every morning he'd watch the slender form of the kid and wonder how long he'd stay even remotely healthy weighted. And he would look at those green eyes that bore the same golden-yellow ring just around the pupil that older himself had.
And he wouldn't let the kid go back, even when his subconscious told him that he should.
Because if the kid would go…
If the kid would go, he'd be all alone again.
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