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"Oh Setsuna . . . " Steve didn't ask, he just pulled the kid onto his lap so Setsuna could be cuddled. The suite sounded horrible, beyond unsafe, and the question of where the kid had been sleeping bugged Steve, but it was a secondary worry at the moment. He knew how painful it was to have someone from home show up, and then just as suddenly disappear. That hurt like hell.

"I'm sorry kiddo. I'm so sorry . . ."