[He hears that fiddling and he knows what it means, and he decides he can't keep the boy in the dark this time. He tosses the blanket back over the back of the couch in one move before he gets up and goes to the kitchen and holds his arms open.]
Come here, my lord. I'll tell you why you don't need to worry.
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Come here, my lord. I'll tell you why you don't need to worry.