Chapter 382 Go Ahead and Baby Him
“Pfft.”
Jean burst out laughing right at her phone screen.
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She never would’ve guessed that Winston had once seriously entertained such an over–the–top idea- actually wanting to run away from home.
Jean texted: “And then? Isn’t that just ridiculous?”
Dalton replied: “I don’t think it’s ridiculous. If he had thoughts like that, there had to be a reason.”
Jean paused for a moment.
Jean texted: “Ugh… you’re just babying him at this point.”
Dalton let out a helpless smile and replied: “I’m not babying him. It’s just… your brother really did grow up in a complicated family. He’s been through a lot. So I think he deserves more understanding, not less.”
When Winston told him he wanted to run away from home, Dalton hadn’t thought he was being dramatic or acting on some passing whim.
He’d figured something bad must have happened to make Winston feel that way.
So he asked him patiently, “Why do you want to run away?”
Winston just pressed his lips together, face cold and emotionless, and said nothing.
Dalton locked eyes with him and couldn’t help asking again, “Did something happen at home?”
His voice was calm and steady, like a cool breeze, gentle and clear.
Winston’s lips twitched slightly at that. A flicker of hesitation and conflict passed quickly over his face; after half a minute of silence, he finally spoke in a muffled voice-
“I just don’t think I can stay in that house anymore.”
“You probably think I’m being childish, don’t you?” Winston’s eyes held a kind of maturity and chill that didn’t match his age. “But this isn’t just some spur–of–the–moment thing…”
“I get it.” Before Winston could finish, Dalton nodded and quietly said those three words.
Winston blinked in surprise.
“You get it?” he asked, eyebrows raising and eyes widening instinctively.
Dalton was being a little too understanding in that moment.
“Yeah.” Dalton nodded again.
Then the boy gave a small, crooked smile.
“Perfect timing. I’ve been wanting to run away too.”
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Chapter 382 Go Ahead and Baby Him
Dalton suddenly reached out and patted Winston’s shoulder.
“Hey, Winston–let’s run away from home together.”
Jean couldn’t help laughing out loud at her screen again.
Jean texted: “Haha, what is this–were you two planning to run away together?”
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Dalton replied: “It wasn’t like we were running away. I just wanted to help him cool off. Letting him leave on his own would’ve been risky, but forcing him to stay wouldn’t have helped either–he needed to let it all out. So I came up with a compromise. I figured I’d take him out for a bit, let him get some air and clear his head.”
Jean teased: “Ooooh, didn’t expect you to be so clever back then!”
Dalton responded: “Thanks for the compliment.”
Jean asked: “So what happened? Did you guys really ‘run away from home‘ together?”
At that, Dalton’s expression dimmed.
A quiet, indescribable loneliness flickered in his eyes as his fingers tapped across the keyboard.
Dalton texted: “We didn’t.”
Back then, he really had made up his mind to “run away” with Winston; to throw everything aside and go out into the world.
Winston had agreed to it too.
The two half–grown boys had suddenly been filled with passion; they were drawn to the unknown, craving something beyond the walls of their homes.
They wanted to drop everything and just go.
They’d even picked a time and place; made a pact to leave home and hit the road together…
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