He ran home and slammed the door shut behind him, chest heaving
"Hmm? Son, is that you? Why did you slam the door?"
"I-I...I-I'm sorry-"
He was in tears-he didn't even realize he'd been crying-
"J-Jesus-! Thea, are you alright?!"
He quickly came over to him and crouched down, wiping his face off
"M-Mph-"
He sobbed into his father's shirt, clinging to him and shaking his head
"W-What happened, why are you crying...?"
He tried to force out coherent words
"....G-Gaston...-h-he-"
"Gaston? That prick?! What did he do to you, did he hurt you!?"
"H-He threatened-"
"What...did....he...threaten...you...with?"
