Bailey had heard justifications like that more times than he could count. Even Zeke, who he’d pretty much considered the closest thing he ever had to an actual dad until he was freed and eventually met Isaac, had had trouble with that particular justification when trying to get his head around everything, so it was understandable.
“I know, but sometimes the family you make is better than the one you’re born into. It’s all about just giving yourself the chance to find and know something better.”
Conri was clearly reaching his limit as he drags his hands through his hair roughly. The scent of pure distress coming off of him in waves was enough to make him wonder if even the humans in the vicinity could smell it as well with some of the looks he was getting.
“I don’t know how.” How was he supposed to know how to even make a friend when all he’s ever known is abuse?














