Seth headed to the kitchen, grabbing four bottles of beer, and handing them out before perching on the arm of the couch beside Darius. He reached out to pet Darius’s hair and for once he didn’t try to bat him off. I even felt a tendril of comfort coming from him in response to Seth’s actions. “Why are you so worried about Xavier?” I asked gently, begging him to answer and at least let us help with that much. Darius opened his mouth to respond, but the fear he was feeling sharpened, and he shook his head instead. “Is that something you’ve been Coerced not to say?” Caleb asked. “No…it’s just, if
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