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Stan rifled through the drawers where he usually kept his sunglasses. "Kenny, do you know where my sunglasses are?" He was still rifling through the drawer when Kenny walked in and held them out to him. Kenny jumped when Stan reached out to grab them and Stan frowned. He pulled Kenny close to him. "I'm not going to hurt you."
"I know." Kenny did know, but he couldn't help feeling that fear whenever he messed up. He expected Stan to fly off the handle like Leo had done. He'd been living with Stan for over six months now and it still surprised him how gentle Stan was. Kenny could feel tears brimming in his eyes. He didn't want to disappoint Stan; was terrified that Stan would want him to leave.
Stan wrapped his arms tighter around the trembling blond and kissed him. They had been doing really well until Wendy had called and told them that she had re-planned the wedding. The wedding was till two months away, but Kenny had regressed quickly. He was terrified of their childhood home. "We don' t have to go if you don't feel ready. Wendy and Eric are okay with it." Stan hoped that Kenny wouldn't see through his little lie. In actuality, Eric had been a complete asshole when Stan had suggested that Kenny wasn't ready to go back and face South Park.
Kenny shook his head. Wendy and Eric had already postponed their wedding once for him. He couldn't ask them to do it again. "I'll be fine, really."
Stan knew that Kenny was lying. Kenny wasn't ready for this and Stan worried about him. He had already lost 10lbs from his already thin frame and still wasn't eating properly. He watched as Kenny retreated to the kitchen to finish fixing dinner when the phone rang. "Hello?"
"Hey, Stan. It's Tweak."
Stan walked a little farther from the kitchen before he spoke. "What's up, Tweak?" Stan had been having Tweak and Bebe keep him informed as to what was going on in South Park.
"Remember that trailer that Kenny used to live in? Someone burned it down two nights ago."
"Wow. Did they catch him?" Stan knew who was behind the fire, didn't have any proof, but they all knew.
"No. They're not even investigating it. You and I know better, but I don't think they really care. No one lived there and it was condemned anyway." Stan could hear Tweak fidgeting with something.
Stan remembered when Tweak had called after they'd gotten home. Apparently when Butters had returned home to find Kenny gone, he had gone ballistic. He went from house to house banging on doors and demanding information as to who had come to his house. "I really don't think we should go back to South Park, but he won't back out of Eric's wedding." Stan could kick Cartman's ass for this, and Wendy's for that matter too.
"Bebe's furious. She's been down at the police station all day trying to get them to listen to her and press charges against Butters. I'm really starting to think that they're scared of him too. All they keep telling her is that the matter is being taken care of."
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