"Your boyfriend." Gideon shot back, defensively, because it probably was. No wife but a kid somehow and they were kissing and all. So it had to be something like that. God, if his dad knew that queers could be near kids, he would have murdered his bloke. Like he had wanted to murder him. He set the teddy bear down and turned to Holden, shoulders pulled up and trying to look intimidating.

"How'd I know you ain't just a nonce or something, eh? Praying on young boys like this? Is that why you want me to stay so bad." If he hurt Holden, pushed him away, he kept himself safer. If gay people were evil perverts, would that help him to keep those thoughts away. Cause he didn't want to be that.