“Wasn’t good for me,” Wyatt replied. It sounded better than admitting he was running away from family and where they wanted to put him. “Getting out and away was better.” In the long run; he’d sorted himself out enough that he could claim to be mostly functioning as an adult. There might be some habits he’d never grow out of, but the real harmful ones were in his rearview.
Those weren’t things he was going to tell a stranger either, not unless he was looking for sympathy, and he really wasn’t doing that.
“Barely know you, man, ain’t gonna cave to your peer pressure.” Wyatt laughed. “Your daughter must be a handful though if she throws phrases like that at you.” Kids were a foreign thing to him. Lily was the only one he came into contact with on a real regular basis, and he’d never admit to being good with her.
Wyatt nodded, stretching out a little further. “You wouldn’t believe how interested,” he answered. There was no way he was going to explain the rock if he didn’t have to; it was pretty much what the description said, a rock that looked like a duck. “Got a set of waterfalls. Some tourists hike there, but it’s not overly populated. The harbor market too, if you’re into bartering with the locals.” He doubted that Nate wanted a list of bars that would be good to go to. With a kid that probably wasn’t high on the list of places to do the tourist thing.
“There’s some shops in Haven you could check out too.”