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“A cop?” Nath blinked. Working with the law. He couldn’t imagine that was easy with how corrupt and lazy he’d known the police force to be, “How did you end up going that route?”

“Ah… no… not anymore at least,” he cringed, rubbing the back of his neck.

“Aaeehh I kind of decided it when I was really young. Dad always taught me right from wrong. Especially growing up in and around a prison.” Wayne says softly, watching Nath cringe and giving a supportive smile.

“Don’t worry, man. I’m not gunna judge you. Everyone has their limits, hell I know I do.” Wayne murmurs as he tips his head in a direction as a suggestion for them to keep walking around or not. Whatever Nath wanted to do.

Nath grunted, that was good he supposed. He judged himself enough for both of them. Heading back towards the museum out of habit, he wondered, “Ok, ok, ok, hold on a second. Who’s dad?” he frowned, “And what did you mean about around the prison?”

That didn’t sound anything like his father. Lord Robert Scott would never have let nim hang out around the prison.