3. Not Letting Go
Roy blinked up as an arm caught him across the chest, preventing him from darting out into the street.
"There's a car coming," his friend chided and then smirked proudly as the automobile zoomed past, producing a look of surprise on the younger boy's face.
"I didn't see it coming," Roy mumbled, shame and just a bit of awe coloring his voice that Maes had caught something he hadn't, though that wasn't a new discovery.
"Yeah, I know," Maes grinned but reached out and ruffled his friend's hair, "You gotta look before you cross."
"I know," the younger boy practically pouted, trying to duck away from Maes's hand.
"Good, now, hold my hand and I'll make sure you don't get run over," the older boy teased, "And don't let go."
"I won't."