alastorrhodes:
his jaw clenched slightly, eyes scanning his son’s face for one ounce of a lie, but of course he believed him. he didn’t think any of his kids would lie straight to his face. “i want a name.” alastor mumbled, looking around for the first aid kit they had stored away. “i want to know who this little asshole is, wes — i’m glad you stood up and helped that girl though, i mean.. only if she wanted you to do it.”
“i don’t know his name,” wes shrugged, he wasn’t about to get his dad involved in his problems. “it was just some drunk idiot outside of a bar, dad. got mad ‘cause i kept him from gettin’ what he wanted, i don’t know what to tell you, it’s not that deep,” he sighed, “i’m sure she didn’t mind someone stepping in, though.”
















