Razor nodded and gently patted the boy's head. The tears had been pushed back and that was all the demon needed. He smiled as he held the boy to him enjoying the moment. He was such a good boy. He walked over to the boy's closet and pulled some clothes out that were casual and meant for traveling under more regular biases. It would be more comfortable for him to go in this. He held the close out for his son. "Go on and get ready and we can go to get you a fox. I promise you can pick out the color and all. I know a guy that breeds and sells them," he told him.
At least he could do something right. Even if it was small.
At least he could do something right. Even if it was small.
