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"Why should we?"
Will was about trembling now. He was growing indecisive of his actions. Though previously poised, being in this moment dwindled his self assurance and made him want to slowly turn back and abort the disaster. But no, he could not just abandon the boy that needed a hero and some two bastards that required a lesson of respect. Even if it meant brewing himself up into trouble, he would; for the boy especially and most certainly.
"Yes," the other worker included, "why should we allow this to happen, this young man running rampant over our business without proper discipline?"
"Because I am in charge of him," Will gulped, with slight hesitation, "and only I am allowed to lay a finger on him." It was a fib, a superior deceit. Nonetheless, it was a high chance at liberating the boy. What else did he expect himself to do? Representing as an authority figure of the minor had been a decent and legitimate defense for he and the boy as well.
As Will prayed this strategy would be successful, he hadn't noticed any improvement. He realized that he would have to pretend once again, with an even more difficult process: claiming the boy. "Hey, bud!"
The boy gave him a sheepish grin, his tears dissolving. It was obvious that he loved this positive attention.
Will must keep it neutral, simultaneously holding key words that the boy may have liked to hear. "Come over here, we have to get you home so I can go to work." Everyone enjoyed going home after a harsh day, so no way he could decline that.
It seemed as if the workers appreciated the sound of that also. They were mostly convinced that this was being resolved, well, at least by the looks.
The three here trusted him, and the workers were found allowing the inferior boy to scurry in Will's custody. Will's scheme was genius work, utterly brilliant. And after a moment of concealed murmurs between the boy, Will had yet to support this plot and play position as dominant. By placing an open and threatening hand on the boy's rear, he could easily say, "You're in for a good one if you keep acting up."
He recognized the boy's shakiness and high fear, so he served him a few pats on the shoulder. Rough hour that would be recapped and healed shortly.
Will took him at least a few blocks down, out of sight from anyone but strangers, before speaking up. This would be a terrible time to mention the possibility of getting better, since the boy was probably not waiting for a peer encouragement.