"Oddly enough," Wayne sighed, rolling his eyes at his own stupidity, "I was just stupid, and it was my stupid ass that...let me start over." Taking a deep breath, Wayne steeled himself. He'd be telling this story a lot in the coming weeks, he figured. May as well start here and now, with Justin.
Where to start, though.
Wayne shifted his weight in the seat, drawing his wallet out of his back pocket. Opening the billfold, Wayne picked out a photo from between bank notes.
It was a cute picture, and seeing it always made him stop and smile, even though it was frayed and taped over.
"His name is Rhys," he said, handing the photo to Justin. In the picture, a little boy of about six was smiling broadly, showing off his three front missing teeth.
"He turns eight this November," he finished, knowing that Justin would quickly do the math, then understand why Wayne hadn't returned to Hogwarts. Even at age sixteen. Though, Wayne and Llinos had both been fifteen when....
Wayne waited to breathe until Justin said something.