Chimera Fields a body moving through space

sorry for the wait!

The kid mentions something about his Uncle Enoch and his mind goes crazy at that, chases that unfinished sentence like a mad dog-- what happened to him? What did your Uncle Enoch do? And when no answer comes, he puts his head in his hands, exasperated and still in pain and now left on a cliffhanger with nowhere to go like a car in a police chase run up against a chainlink fence, sirens flashing and wailing...

Is there anything I can do?

He looks back up. You'd do that for me? In anybody else's mouth those words would've been duly impressed, but Nine was Nine, and everything he said came out half-done and drenched in cynicism, bog beasts surfacing from Irony Lake.

How could I trust ya? Some small part of him is enjoying the situation, straight out of a movie where a rough-around-the-edges hellion is having a dinner conversation with a boy in a restaurant that desperately wants to be urban. He leans forwards. Wait. What's your name, kid?