“I just want to help,” he started to explain, beginning to wish he’d kept his mouth shut
Austin straightened and stepped closer to him, lightly brushing Luke’s lips with his own. “I know. Thank you.” He coughed slightly to clear a gruff throat. “You don’t know how many times I’ve had to watch him enter that house when I longed to take him somewhere safe. You’re a good friend.”
Luke frowned at a thought. “Is there anyone else to worry about? Brothers or sisters?”
“No. It’s always just been him and his mom. Have no idea where the dad is. Left them a long time ago.”
Luke nodded. “What’s your schedule tomorrow? We can borrow Riley’s house key and get his stuff when his mom’s at work.”
A slow smile spread across Austin’s face. “Shit, Luke. No one’s wanted to help us before. I owe you. How about after soccer practice?”
“Sounds good.”