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October 26, 2010
Bear stands up and starts to pace, running his hands through his hair and feeling like the cliche of a worried parent. "You're such a..."

The boy's hackles raise at this and he draws his knees up to rest his chin on them and glare at Bear. "What? A bastard? A brat? An annoyance?"

Bear scowls but says nothing. He feels his body stiffening, his steps becoming more and more jerky, and he feels, incredibly, fear.

"THEN WHAT THE FUCK AM I?" the boy shouts, rocketing up to his feet, fists clenched.

Bear watches him and says slowly, "A kid."