March 9th, 2:00 a.m.

June 1st.

Interview File: 2

Emile Frau: Initial Statements.

"That night, there was no struggle involved. You expect me to believe the child slept through all that, well until you came to the highway."

"Simply amazing isn't it? How the body innately trusts those it knows protects it? Though I wouldn't blame you, Abby puts up such walls but he really is a sweet boy."

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Such a sweet boy. Sleeping so soundly in his arms.

Perfect black hair, still neat despite two hours of deep sleep.

He never dreams he claims. Supposes his thoughts are more organized, his mind more efficient so as to not bother him with such things.

He couldn't wait.

To see when he opened deep, calculating eyes.

Though for now he seated him in the car, head lolling as he did his seatbelt.

It was on the 4I highway that he opened his eyes and so quickly realized he wasn't in bed.

"Emile?" he asked.

"Heya kiddo," the man chirped, looking into those azure eyes through the mirror.

"What have you done?"

"Don't worry about it. It is late, so you should just put your head back and go to sleep."

"I was, but you insisted on such an impromptu road trip. Where are we going?"

How good of Abel to still trust him. It was a relief he wouldn't have to see him afraid. When his intentions were the furthest thing from.

"A lovely ranch I've purchased a couple of towns along. Amazing area too, so cozy and remote. A slice of a fairytale, better yet, away from all this urban noise and pollution." And no offense to Abel's fascination, but Emile did wrinkle his nose. Always a sour smell in the air.

"Towns over?" Abel asked, a sharpness to his query.

Hopefully proper love would undo that.

"Yes."

"Yet you didn't tie me up or silence me?"

"Now why would I do something like that?!"

"Because I have all my senses and while I don't pretend to consider jumping, once you stop I could walk or scream."

"Smart ideas except you can't stay awake forever, you're barefoot sooo, actually it poses the question," though he waved off the tangent just as fast. No sequiturs had was one of the first rules Abel had imposed on him once upon a time. "Anyway the windows were tinted per policy, so no one could be the wiser either way."

Then again, Abel wouldn't have to worry for half the reasons such policy was necessary quite soon.

"But of course, we can talk about new windows with some time and I'm sure you and I can come to some kind of livable arrangement. Deal? Deal?"

Even as he sighed, Emile couldn't help but poke just a bit more. "Come on Abby. Say it, say you agree. No need to leave me in suspense."

Say deal. say deal.

Say we can make this work.