Jack huffs out a breath, shooting Dylan a sheepish sort of grin. "There's kinda been a lot," he allows, because it feels like a lot more time has passed since the day Dylan took him in than really has. "But, uh... he tell you I tried to take his wallet?"
He's not sure where to start. That seems like a good place.
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He's not sure where to start. That seems like a good place.