"Same 'ere. T'e point I'm trying to make is t'at people might get t'e wrong idea if yer 'round me. It's hard to explain, but I ain't got t'e best track record." He stood up, his thin figure slouched slightly.
Casey stood and went back to the counter when seeing Wesley was behind it. “Didn’t pin you as a cafe guy, whatever.” He thanked him and ‘accidentally’ left some money on the counter for Wesley. He went outside and sat.
“I didn’t leave it.” His tone was cold and unnerving as he gpanced over. “You look like you need the money, so I’m happy to leave you whatever I can.” He shrugged. “And if you don’t accept it then you don’t accept it.”
Wesley froze as a familiar voice started yelling. He turned pale, stiffening. He couldn't move, pure terror filled him. His drunken father threw a nearby cup at Wesley, it narrowly missed him, shattering on the floor.
Wesley froze, leaping in between the pair before his father could hit Casey. Wesley stumbled back as he was knees in the stomach and slapped across the face. He shoved Casey towards the door, and was knocked to the ground by the drunk man.
Casey looked at Wesley on the ground, standing over him after coming out and pushing the drunk down. He punched him multiple times in the face multiple times to the point where his knuckles where bloody. He huffed and looked down at the sight, still going. His scarf had come after being pushed into the cafe, revealing his bite mark scars and burn marks on his neck.
Wesley wrapped his arms around his waist, pulling him out of the building. He gripped his wrists, hoping to keep the male restrained. He ignored his fathers shouting, his concern for Casey overruling his fear.
“No! You are kind and will never turn a damn blind eye to you or anyone! It’s stupid and it ends up in people hurt.” He looked like he was on the verge of crying, staring at him. Where did my scarf go?
“Yes I am. I’m supposed to be in France presenting some dumb invention I made when I was twelve but where am I? Here in my own home because I didn’t want to do what my mother told me.” He huffed. “I’m perfectly happy with you, my dogs, and myself. I’m fine with being a high school dropout and screwup.”
“I think Willow will give birth today.” He nodded thinking aloud. “Should take her to the vet and get it professionally done, I don’t have the best supplies..” he rambled on to himself before noticing he was. “Oh! Sorry about that.”