"Yeah. He hits fucking hard. Ain't right, if he hits you like that. Oughta tell the coppers." It was getting a bit more difficult to form coherent sentences, but he knew he had to protect this boy. It wasn't his fault that the world was awful, that his dad was like this. "Gideon. What's your last name, Gideon?"

Maybe he could remember. Take care of it later. He blinked his eyes open, almost smiling. "Felix is-- mo chéadsearc." He probably just sounded as if he was slurring nonsense, so Holden tried to translate. "My love. My first love. He's my world."