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Aryin sighed and rubbed a hand over his face, "I think about that time more than I care to admit... I think about it, in every way possible - what would have happened had I not killed him?  What would have happened had my father not been there to protect me?  What this, what that... I just want the questions to stop; but they never do." Aryin took a deep breath "And yeah, cops give pardon's to self-defense killings... but I was eight, for that one... I wouldn't have been charged regardless."

Aryin shuddered a bit as Larry started running his fingers across his hand; the hair on his arm was noticeably standing up from the tantalizing and almost teasing touch - electrical sparks were firing off in his arm as well and his breath hitched every few intakes "My father and sister... they have already forgiven me for my life choices - before I became a cop, and after I became one... If only everyone was just as forgiving."

Aryin stretched his body out slightly, arching his back enough until it popped - he had been sitting far too long, even on his days off he was not used to just sitting still for hours on end, and that is what he had been doing since arriving at his father's home; when he was upstairs at the party and now, where he was hiding out with Larry.  "I wasn't following you... Exactly.  I was just..." he blushed slightly and frowned "Okay so I was following you, but hey - Better you than some of the other caterers, right?"

Aryin leaned around the corner, unsteadily, and glanced up the stair way they had come down nearly an hour and a half ago "You're probably right - They may have think I killed you down here... Or maybe the other way around... Hell, if you did that they'd probably throw you a party of your own..." he teased, although the thought alone was still dark and depressing in nature "If you want to go somewhere more private... My old childhood bedroom is still mine... for the most part... If you want?"