[Evil Tink]

"I'll be back shortly." Solomon moved to put his hand on Steve's shoulder, but decided not to, since they were coated in a tad bit of blood, "You are not a terrible father. Holden just couldn't tell you..he felt you would be disappointed with him and he couldn't break your heart like that. Our friend, Alicia, is watching over him for the moment...and he seems to be alright, but she's really damaged his mind." He folded his hands in his lap, the wounds healing while they were out of Steve's sight. "Just because he's..not normal the eyes of her stupid fictional God."

He sighed deeply, "I just..don't know if I can..repair him. The damage is extensive." He quickly shuffled a cigarette from his vest pocket, lighting it with his black lighter. He took a long drag, leaning back on the bench and exhaling.