That was ten dollars. That was a lot of money. Hartley took it as quickly as he could, rolling it up and, after some hesitation, hiding it in his shoe. He had no idea, but it seemed like a better idea than a pocket at any rate and it wasn't as if he had anywhere else to hide it. Wallet and everything else was long gone. He mostly minded losing his wallet and phone because of the pictures in them, but such was life. He supposed he could just look at his parents whenever they were in a magazine.

He averted his eyes when Mick pulled off his shirt, because this wasn't the type of thing he needed to look at. Instead he helped Teddy bounce and nodded. "Yes, that's your dad. He'll be back in a bit."

Then he could just make himself scarce before the man asked for his money back. He looked up at Mick and replied. "Hartley." Lucky for him, no one on the street used last names. "He is very sweet. Thank you for the money."