Wolf opened his eyes and looked down at Bridge, staying silent for a bit as he scanned the boy's face for any sign of his words being a lie—or anything else that told him when someone was just saying something to be nice. He then smiled softly and said, "Yeah, me too. Gave me the opportunity to see you blush after I told you that you're cute."
He blushed again, looking down at the floor for a good ten seconds before glancing up at him. "You weren't…you mean - you actually meant that?"
"Yeah," he said seriously, running his fingers through his hair to mess it up even more.
Jesus christ his hair is pretty too. "Your hair is pretty too," Bridge said without thinking, blushing furiously this time as he stared down at his shoes.
Wolf arched a brow, his lips parting slightly as a smile tugged at them. Bridge was just downright adorable, and Wolf just found his blush far too cute. "I'd say your's is too, but really, everything about you's pretty—and cute, of course."
"Thank you," He mumbled quietly, looking up at him again.
His soft smile grew, his mismatched eyes sparkling. "No problem. I'm just stating facts, really, but I digress."
"It's really…not…" He admitted shyly, glancing down again. This much affection towards him was terribly uncanny, although not in a bad way.
"What? Facts? Sure it is." Wolf shrugged, leaning forward and bracing his arms on his knees.
"Okay…thanks," He mumbled quietly, having no idea what to say to this.
Wolf fell silent for a bit, thinking. "Do you got any other family?" he asked.
“My father,” He said, “But he left.”
Wolf flicked his gaze over to Bridge. "I'm sorry."
He shook his head. “It’s okay. He didn’t like me anyway.”
Wolf pursed his lips. "Is he the reason you think no one likes you?"
“No. No one’s ever liked me before. Except for you,” Bridge answered, golden doe eyes looking up at him.
Wolf's darted around Bridge's face, trying to see how anyone could not like such an adorably unique guy like him.
Bridge pressed his lips together again, not saying anything as he watched Wolf’s reaction.
"Then everyone's just stuck up and dumb," Wolf finally said, shaking his head.
Bridge tilted his head, not knowing what to say to that. Just then, the baker popped his head in the back.
“There’s an inspection coming, you two. I would get out of here before they get here,” He warned.
Wolf cursed in Greek (a word he learned from his sister) and reached out for Bridge. "C'mon," he said, then grabbed his bag as well.
Bridge just nodded and took his hand, noticeably trembling a little as he followed Wolf out the door the baker held open for them.
"It's going to be okay," Wolf murmured to Bridge as he led him out the door and towards a dark alley. Though he wasn't familiar with these surroundings, he was familiar with hiding.
As the door shut, there were a couple gunshots and a yell behind it. Bridge made a little, terrified squeak and clutched Wolf’s arm in fear.
Wolf murmured to Bridge in reassurance as he led him to a hiding spot. His eyes darted around, searching for a place that they could use where they wouldn't be spotted from this angle.