Late that night, Arthur was falling asleep in bed when he heard his dad enter the room. Part of him thought he was about to get the pissed beaten out of him. But David didn't sound like he was in the mood for arguing.
"Arthur?"
"Yeah, Dad?"
David crept inside and sat at the foot of his son's bed. Arthur noticed his nose and jaw were heavily bandaged. "I just wanted to say I'm sorry for getting angry at you today. It wasn't your fault. I had never explained those kinds of images to you before, and naturally, when you saw them you were confused." He sighed. "But it's okay. I was able to explain to child services that I hadn't simply given them to you, and they're canceling their investigation. So that's good..."
"...but?" Arthur predicted.
"Well, I got about two dozen phone calls on the way back. Apparently word that I was a pedophile got around town fast, and everyone's canceled their orders." He shook his head, dumbfounded. "I don't think I have a job anymore..."
"Gee Dad, what are you going to do?"
"I don't know, son. Right now, I just don't know..."