Rusty's not sure why Parker is the way he is- sure, he's asked around about them, questioned the fact the kid only ever appeared near the ranger station to do something resembling the activities of a serial killer in training, but beyond a shrug of the shoulders and the insistence that Parker had been that way since they showed up, Rusty had never gotten a clear answer. It's perhaps that uncertainty that's made him awkward in this approach, brows creasing over dark eyes. "Parker, kid, it's late, what on earth are you up to this far out?" He's almost thankful it's him that found them, not Duck or another ranger- it's well known enough that he's the one with the... gentler touch, temperamental as he's started to become. "It's late." he repeats, moving over to place a hand on the kid's shoulder- breathing a not-so-subtle sigh of relief when there isn't a vivisected animal laying at their feet.
"Come on, I'll walk you home, okay? Ya can't be out this late unaccompanied with yer head the way it is."
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