The model's eyebrows raised high as he listened to the boy's answer, feeling guilty when he realized that he shouldn't have asked that question.
Dylan looked young, maybe two or three years younger than him.
He would've been a college student if his situation were different.
The inside of his mouth gradually felt sour when he thought about what could've happened that Dylan ended up this way.
Ryley didn't want to feel guilty about the sniper boy that nearly shot Clyde and wounded him.
But he still did, and all because he could see just how unfair life could've been.
He could never entirely blame the boy for what he did to survive in this life.
"Ah, right." Ryley closed the book he was holding and brought it with him to a sofa nearby. He patted the empty space beside him and patiently called out to him, "Come here."
"Is...Is it really okay?" Dylan hesitantly asked.